IT Imagines & Preferences

Bill request

Request for Shannon1300

Bill had seemed really silent for the past few days. He didn't talk that much and wasn't really eating. It was taking the others a while to catch it, but Shannon instantly noticed. 

Her brown hair bounced behind her as she skipped towards the front doorstep of Bill's house. She'd called him earlier asking if she could come over, and he said yes. A smile grew on her face as she approached the decorative front door. She switched her school books to the other hand and knocked on the door with the spare. 

There was the sound of a dry, impatient scraping of a piano bench and silence. After a few seconds, his mom answered the door. She was wearing a white blouse that was tucked into a grey pencil skirt. Her hair was loose and neat, most likely hot combed. 

"Hi, I'm a friend of Bill's. He said I could come over to work on school work with him."

Not even saying anything, she moved out of the doorway to let you inside. Looking around the house, you noticed how dark it was. The rain clouds outside made it darker than normal inside. She heard the door close and his mom's heels walk back into the parlor. There was another scrape of the piano bench and music began playing from the room. 

It was a piece that she usually played. It was the same one she played the day Georgie went missing. 

Für Elise. 

That was the only thing she really used for music since she absolutely despised rock and roll, or anything other than what she studied in college. Shannon looked up the stairs. The first half was illuminated with light from outside, but the rest were dark and unseen. Reluctantly, she headed up them.

The steps were old. Some creaked or sunk in a little when stepped on. It seemed like the longest staircase of her life. Reaching the top and assuming his room was to the right, she turned right. There was a door a little down the hallway that was slightly open with lights streaming on the floor. 

There was no sound coming from the room. Slowly, she walked towards it. Her hand was inches from the door. She reached forward and pushed the door, her fingers sliding across the smooth wood. Surprisingly, there was no creak from the door. It smoothly opened without the slightest sound. Moving forward, she saw someone sitting at a desk with their back to her. They were staring out into the rain.

She walked into the room and seemed a little hesitant. She didn't know who's room this was. But she was going to assume it was Bill since this certainly wasn't his dad. A board of wood groaned underneath her step and the stranger quickly whipped around. To her surprise, it was Bill.

His eyes were wide and his mouth was open from breathing heavily. His eyes closed when he saw you, and his breathing slowed a little. "You okay?" she asked.

He nodded and stood up to move to his bed. He sat down with a small creak from the bed and patted a spot next to him. She walked over and sat down, setting her schoolbooks onto the bed. Bill was staring at the floor, completely spacing out. "Bill?" she questioned.

No response from him. "Bill?" she asked again while waving a hand in front of his face. He jerked a little bit and his eyes snapped up towards her. "What is it?" she said.

"Nothing," he said. Giving a half smile, she said "well, clearly it's something. Tell me." His mouth turned down a little bit. "You haven't been eating or talking to anyone. Something is wrong. What is it?" He raised a hand to wipe any sign of tears from his eye. 

His mouth opened as if to say something, but nothing came out. His mind was moving too fast for his mouth, and the words were crashing together in his throat. He closed it and took a deep breath with his eyes closed.

Opening them again, he was sure he could get the words out.

"It's just-"

She turned her head a little, waiting for the rest.

"I miss Georgie," he said, tears in his eyes and down his cheeks. 

Her eyes softened. "Oh, Bill."

"It's my fault," he said. "I shouldn't have let him go out there."

"It's not your fault Bill. Nobody knew that would happen. No one. You understand?"

He nodded and sniffled. The tears on his face looked silver from the sun coming in through the window. Wiping them away, she moved closer and hugged Bill. They stayed like that for a while as he cried. Bill never acted like that. He was sort of like the leader. The one everybody relies on and looks up to. She pulled him closer.

"I miss him too, Bill," she sighed.

"I miss him too."

I know this is unnervingly longer than usual, but I was in a hurry. I'm renting Book of Henry in a little bit here, and I think two hours of writing is long enough. But here you go. I hope you enjoy it, Shannon.