perfect | it 2017

x. BOWER'S REVENGE

"See you around," Elena waved at Eddie. He smiled back at her and walked off away from Ben's house. Elena's house was in the opposite direction. She rode her bike that way, her mind full of thoughts.

She was just about to turn the corner when she slammed her breaks. The poster.

She turned her bike around and cycled fast to the lamp post. Once she reached it, her eyes widened.

Patrick Hockstetter was the missing kid. The last time Elena saw Patrick was on the last day of school, which was 2 days ago. This means he went missing very recently.

The blonde couldn't help but wonder if the clown she saw had anything to do with it. But that thought was put at the back of her mind when she reminded herself that she imagined that whole thing. But she couldn't even convince herself..

She shook her head and rode her bike down the lane. Elena had to go a longer way home now, she wanted to avoid the street she heard Georgie's distorted voice on. It had been haunting her.

As the young girl cycled home, she thought about many other things and not just Georgie and the clown. Her thoughts were interrupted when a stick made contact with her eye, poking it. She squealed in pain and instinctively shut her eyes, making her bike crash. She groaned in pain on the concrete road.

She slowly opened her eyes and heard a couple boys laughing from the distance. She recognized that horrible laugh and realized it was none other than Henry Bowers. The voices and laughs grew closer until eventually Henry's face was right above Elena's, looking down at her.

"Hey, Miss. Perfect," He teased. Elena rolled her eyes and stood up, mounting her bike again. "Woah, woah, woah. You don't get away that easily," He smirked. Elena looked up at him.

"Fuck off," She scoffed and was about to start peddling off, but Belch had pushed her off the bike. Henry patted Belch on the back, cackling.

"Still got that pocket knife on you, Belch?" Henry turned to his idiotic friend. Elena's heart stopped beating and she prayed he didn't plan to use it on her. 

"..Um," Belch hesitated. "Yeah, but Henry..she's only a kid-"

"I don't give a shit. You're such a little pussy, Belch," Henry mocked him and snatched the knife from Belch's shirt pocket. "Hold her down,".

"The fuck? Get off me!" Elena struggled under Belch's grip. 

"Dude..I don't think we should do this.." Victor said from behind them. Henry ignored him and lifted Elena's sleeve. The knife touched her wrist.

"What are you doing?!" She screamed. "What the fuck are you doing?!" She yelled in pain and the knife was dragged along. "Stop! Bowers, stop!".

"You'll see when I'm done," Henry cackled and continued carving her arm. "First letter done," He smirked.

"Letter?! What are you spelling?!" Elena groaned in pain. 

"You'll find out soon," Henry answered. "I'll give you a hint," He paused.

"This isn't a game, Bowers! You're slitting my fucking wrists!" Elena struggled in Belch's grip.

"Second letter done.." Henry trailed off.

"Henry..Isn't this a bit much? Dude..Let's just leave her.." Belch whispered to Bowers. Henry glared at him.

"Fucking pussy. That's what you are, Belch," Henry spat in his face. Belch gulped and tightened his grip on the struggling blonde. "Third letter done..".

"We could get into serious trouble for this..Henry, let's go," Victor panicked. Elena quickly nodded.

"Yes, I agree with your idiotic friends," She yelled as he pressed the knife down harder in her skin. "STOP! FUCKING STOP!".

"Fourth letter complete," Henry ignored the blonde's protests and continued carving the words into her arm.

"Sorry, man," Victor scoffed. "But I can't do this anymore," And he ran off, not looking back. Henry lifted his head.

"PUSSY!" He shouted after him. "Fucking pussy!" He turned back to Elena's arm. 

"Henry, I agree with Victor," Belch swallowed a lump in his throat. "I mean, we could go to jail!".

"I don't care," Henry said plainly. "I'm giving her what her perfect ass deserves,".

"Dude..I'm gonna find Victor. This is too much, man," Belch stood up. Henry snapped his neck towards him.

"I swear to God if you leave I will slit your fucking throat, Belch!" Henry threatened. "I need you to hold her down!" Henry struggled to keep Elena down on the ground.

"Fuck you, Bowers," Belch stuck his middle finger at Henry and ran off. Henry shouted and yelled and Belch, but Belch just kept running.

"Fuck!" Henry grunted. The next few minutes were torture of the poor blonde. She wouldn't stop moving and screaming underneath Henry's grip.

"Get off me! Stop!" Elena would protest. "Help! Someone help!" She screamed.

"Shut up," Henry would tell her. "Just shut up," He would do exactly what he did to Belch and spit in her face.

"ARGH!" She groaned when Henry pressed the knife deep into her skin. 

"Last letter..." Henry told her harshly. "Done!" Bowers said proudly and admired his work. He got off Elena.

Elena stood up, stumbling. Her arm was bleeding like crazy and she could feel it, but she didn't dare to look. Instead she left her bike in the bushes and ran as fast as she could, Henry howling after her. She didn't dare to look back or at her arm.

She ran past her home and into town. She didn't want to have to explain her arm to her mother. It would be too hard to patch it up at home.

The girl ran through the main town and into the pharmacy again. She leaned against a shelf, panting.

Elena didn't want to have to look down at her arm, but she knew she had to. She closed her eyes and raised her arm to her face. Her breath was shaky and her whole body was drenched with sweat and fear.

She did one last gulp before fluttering his eye lids open. What she saw disgusted her. How could Henry write that shit in her arm?!

From her wrist to the centre of her arm was carved the words 'Miss. Perfect'.

She threw her head back and started crying quietly to herself so the clerk wouldn't hear her. So no one would hear her. She slid down the shelf and cried and cried and cried.

She cried for many reasons. She cried because of the pain, she cried because the nickname she hated was carved in her arm and she cried because a clown was haunting her.

She must have stayed in the corner of the pharmacy crying for hours because by the time she wiped her eyes and left the store with her supplies to fix her arm up, it was 10 o'clock at night.