Just So You Know

Chapter one: The Thunderstorm

Billy was alone as could be. Ever since Bev had left, she had been the only one he ever really hung out with. He lay in his bed under the covers listening to the slight pitter patter of the heavy rain pounding on the roof. He had to move his bed, slightly to the left of his room, just out of the way from the leak.

He looked to the left where his window was, he saw the pouring rain outside and he turned away as quick as he could, he felt the tears begin to slide down his face and start to make a puddle on his pillow.

He couldn't stop thinking about Georgie. He used to enjoy the rain. Used to. But now it only made him think of his deceased little brother. After laying there deep in thought for at least an hour all he could think of was how real the clown had made his brother seem. It was because of it Bill had finally been able to accept the fact that his little brother was truly gone because of that thing. Bill finally gave up on trying to fall asleep and he reached over and turned on his lamp, before glancing down at his wrist to check the time. It was only 8:00.
A clap of thunder, one so loud it rattled the window panes, sounded quickly followed by a flash of lightning. Bill bit his lip. He'd had an idea. It was a risky one but he felt like it was needed to get himself through the grieving stage he'd finally let overtake him. He swung his feet around and stood up, stalking over to his desk and before he could second guess himself, he began his project.
It didn't take him long. After all, he'd done this hundreds of times before. When he was finished folding and folding and folding, Bill laid the small boat flat on the desk. He scrambled for a marker and choked back a sob when he uncapped it.
Right below the last fold before the point, Bill Denbrough wrote the words he'd never be able to say out loud. As if saying the words out loud was what would really made them real.
Now there was only one more thing to do. Wax it.
In moments Bill Denbrough once more held a small paper boat for his younger brother, though this was one he'd never get to hold. For this one was meant as a way for Bill to finally say goodbye to his little brother.

Jumping to his feet, Bill changed his clothes and pulled on his shoes. He grabbed his blue raincoat and then grabbed the boat, ready to venture out into the storm, alone.

Mike was leaning on the edge of the massive building on the outskirts of town letting the rain pour over him. He liked to feel of the devious little needle like raindrops diving into his skin. Even now, a month later, the Clown's ways haunted his dreams. All he could think of was the fire, why had he been the only one to survive it? Out of his entire family, what was his great purpose? Defeating a Clown? He almost gave up on all of his friends, he couldn't understand why he had survived, any of it. The fire. The Clown. His grandfather. What was so special about him?

Feeling the rain made him remember that he was human, bad things happen no matter what. Some things you can't stop. Just shut up about your disadvantages and look at the advantages. Now, Mike had six other friends. Of course, Bev had to leave but he still had Richie- if he was truly anyone's friend, the only one he seemed to really care about was Eddie. Eddie only seemed to really enjoy Richie's company. Although he could at least tolerate the others. Ben didn't really seem to ever pay attention to him, he was always "fighting" with Billy for Bev. Mike couldn't understand how they could be so oblivious to how they both really like her and they literally tear out each others hair, just for a girl. What was so special about her anyway? She was just a girl. Stan was well... reserved, he was reserved from everyone of them. Mike felt like he was in the group because he was a Loser not truly because of having friends. Although, Mike did feel pity for him, his friends were so different from him and didn't understand his difference. He can't handle some things. They couldn't ever truly understand why he hated everything, he was always terrified of certain things. Although Mike had no room to talk, he had really only met the Losers about three months ago. After the rock war with Bowers. Killing him had stuck with Mike, he was after him and his friends and a psycho killer but he had killed a man. Mike needed the feel of the rain to remind him that each sin comes with a price, in his case, guilt.