Fear is subjective- what scares one person might not necessarily scare another
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In which the fearless Jodi Sawyer told the scary Henry Bowers off, later becoming a part of the Losers and their twisted clown case.
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Jodi grew a little too anxious as the clock continued to tick, concern spreading like a wildfire in her mind. It was past dinner, and Lucas wasn't yet home. She wished she hadn't fell asleep accidentally on the couch, forcing herself to read Anne of Green Gables that her dad gave her three months prior leading to his demise, but she did, and she failed to wake up before the curfew to look after Lucas.
Ever since he started hanging out with Bowers and his goons, this happened a lot. But she always succeeded bringing home before the sun slipped away, replaced by the moon shining through the gripping darkness. What's worse was that the thought of an unknown something roaming around Derry to prey on children lingered in the back of her head. For all she knew, Lucas could be another unfortunate victim of the plethora of missing children.
There would be no footsteps or signs to be used as a way to trace back to his wherebeing, it would be as if he vanished into thin air. Because he would be a dead boy, amongst Georgie Denbrough and the others. She would never get closure, she would have to bury an empty casket, or filled with one of his body parts found in a ditch somewhere. Worse of all, she would lose another one of her barely standing family member. What would be left of it all would be ruins of the broken.
She pedalled to the downtown, asking every person in plain sight if they had seen her brother. There weren't many people out after the sun had set, but some of them answered with artificial (or not) sympathy lacing their voice, saying they hadn't caught a glimpse of him after he sped off in Belch Huggins' car. The others however, grumbled under their breath, spitting the same answer in a harsher way. Much to her fortune, a man that lived closeby to the woods, told her that he saw the older brother entering the forest. He also gave the additional information, that he seemed upset as he stepped inside.
Truth is, Lucas was upset. The boys dropped him in the outskirt of town, and he decided that he didn't want to go home just yet. His eyes landed on the woods, bringing bittersweet memories that sent him on edge. He recalled him, his dad, and Jodi venturing the woods. He remembered that it seemed that everything was in their hands, like it was their own domain. They first went to the quarry, stopping every view miles for Jodi to collect different kinds of leaf to stick on her nature journal, and Lucas himself capturing the beautiful view laid out around them, his dad's old polaroid camera being his best friend. It felt like forever since he last snapped a picture, now that he noticed.
The next day, they started to build a treehouse. He recalled Jodi being the most excited about it, her eyes sparkling when their father mentioned the idea. He thought it was absolutely goofy and dorky. Ever since, the messy structured, but sturdy, tree house became their sanctuary. They would spend a lot of time there together, talking about talks that seemed important before boys or girls started to become one of their main priority. When their father got sick and had to lay down all day, it was him and Jodi. The bond that used to be glued by their father, was slowly seeping out of every corners. For they would come there, but separately without seeing each other.
