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October 18th, 1985 A month after Will's disappearance
Bill hadn't really changed that much since a few weeks ago. His hair still a reddish brown that was an angular cut. His worn, summer clothes still being used through the changing season that summer was coming to an end. His face looking almost as when he was younger whenever he slept, his red cheeks softly burning by the coldness of the room. He slept in his bed, cuddling to his only blanket as the cold air lurked in the room.
His mother always liked the cold than the house being hot, but he couldn't argue about it that much because he was never in the house usually. Whenever he could he tried to not be in the house at all since the death of his brother, his parents have been abandoning him, not literally of course. It had been eleven months since Georgie died.
The house had not been the same as it was with Georgie in it. His mother and father never wanted him in Georgie's room because he would mess the room up. There would only be silence in the dining room for dinner, hearing the sounds of the silverware and glass plates that Georgie would break on accident and no one would speak. He would always quickly eat his food before going upstairs into his room, wishing that he was back. There wasn't the liveliness of his house without Georgie.
While he slept, his phone on his nightstand began to ring, alerting him from his sleep. He whimpered, waking from his slumber as he used his hand to find the phone. His fingers gently grazing over the phone before he grabbed it. He put the phone in his ear, wanting to go back to sleep, but knew he wouldn't. "He-Hello, wh-who is th-this?" He muttered sleepily.
"Bill?" A small voice cried out, worry laced in their conversation as the voice spoke. Bill knew who this was. This was Will.
"Ye-Yeah i-it's m-me," Bill replied, sitting up on the bed as he lead on the board of his bed. "A-Are you ok-okay?"
"I need you to come here, please. I had another one," Will called out in a whisper, almost like he was going to cry, but Bill knew what to do.
"I'll b-be there i-in t-ten min-minutes," Bill replied quietly, quickly getting out of the bed while he held the pale blue phone. "Do n-not leave th-the house,"
"I know," Will whispered.
And then Bill heard the phone call end. The ringing low sound echoing in his ears as he quickly put the phone back in it's place and sighed. He got out of bed, feel the cold wooden floor touch his pale, naked feet. He shivered, quickly standing up as he went to his dresser.
He quickly changed into some clothes, just some pants and his long sleeved flannel that he didn't care to tuck in. He didn't really care about his appearance that much because he would most likely come back to his house at around six in the morning. He didn't really know what time it actually was, but it wasn't something he cared about right now. Will needed him right now and that was his goal.
