It Shorts

Alone - Short 1

Bill Denbrough hadn't left his bedroom in a week. He was getting restless and he was sick of being sick. This flu seemed to just be dragging on forever and ever. Plus, to make matters worse, his little brother, his best friend, Georgie, had stopped paying him visits and he had no idea why. The last time he'd seen him was the day it was raining. Billy had been feeling a little bit better that day. Well enough to make his brother one of the paper boats he loved so much. Georgie's entire closet was full of them. Most of them destroyed from accidentally being stepped on or run over by a car. But Georgie had kept them all nonetheless.

But that day, as soon as Georgie had run off with his new boat, Bill had begun to feel sick to his stomach again and without a second thought, gone back to bed. And now, it had been three days. Bill was still fighting his cold and was getting lonelier by the day. On the day he was finally able to go back to school he was ecstatic.
He couldn't wait to get back to school and that was saying something. School was pretty much a hellhole. Especially with people like Henry Bowers and Patrick Hockstetter walking around. After he ate his breakfast, Bill grabbed his backpack and hopped on his bike. He'd woken up a little later then he'd been expecting and was probably going to be late to school.
Neither of his parents had even seemed to be home, which to Bill was quite strange. Especially since it was still early. But he still rode to school as fast as he could.
He got there at the same time as Stanley Uris, one of his best friends.
"S-s-stan!" He called, scaring the poor boy out of his wits. Bill winced, feeling bad for yelling at him like that. He knew how skittish Stanley was. Especially at school. Even he was like that sometimes. Stan turned around, and gaped at Billy.
"Billy? What are you doing here?" Stan asked.
"Wh-what do you m-m-mean? It's t-time for sc-school." Billy said, right as the warning bell rang. "Come on or we'll be late!" Bill exclaimed, grabbing Stan's wrist and pulling him inside.
However, things were even weirder inside. Every single person stared at Billy like he was an alien. Bill hadn't even realized until he walked into his classroom, with Stan still right behind him.
"Bill?!?!" Eddie exclaimed in shock, jumping up from his seat as he noticed the two of them walk in. Richie, the teacher and the rest of the class turned to look at the doorway as well everyone gaping at him.
"H-hi. Wh-what's wrong?" He asked, suddenly feeling uncomfortable with everyone's eyes on him.
"Dude, what the fuck are you doing here?" Richie exclaimed.
"I-I'm not si-sick anymore..?" Bill explained, confusion in his voice as he looked around at each of his friends. The other three exchanged glances. It was clear to them now what wasn't clear before. Bill had no idea what had happened. His parents didn't let him know. They were probably too busy searching for their younger son to even remember their older one.
The second bell rang, and they all took their seats without another word. The entire rest of the day continued in the same pattern. Bill getting more and more confused each time. By the end of the day, when he was outside with his friends and Henry Bowers walked right past him with a look of actual sorrow Bill really knew something was up.
"O-Okay. What the f-f-fuck is g-going on?!?!?" He demanded, spinning around to face his friends. Stan was staring at the ground and shuffling his feet while Eddie and Richie were both watching Bowers walking away in disbelief. Bowers always had something to say to them. Even if he didn't say anything he would shove one of them or something. But he just walked right past them.
"Guys." Bill pushed, clapping his hands to get their attention.
"Uh-"

"Your-"

"Little-"
"Bro-"
"Oh my god. It's about Georgie, Bill. He's been missing for three days." Eddie blurted as Stan and Richie fumbled over their words. Bill felt like Eds had just smacked him in the face. He felt like he was being thrown against that building again. He'd thought he'd never feel another pain worse than that, it was one people thought he made up remembering since he'd been so young when it had happened but he did. He felt like he couldn't breathe. The oxygen seemed to turn into Carbon Monoxide or some other poisonous gas not suitable to breathe.
"Mi-missing?!?!" He demanded a moment later. But as soon as he said it out loud, it made sense. Three days ago was the last day he'd seen his brother.
It was the day he'd given him the boat and Georgie had gone out in the rain alone since Bill was unable to go out with him. Bill couldn't stop the sobs that came out of nowhere. If Georgie had gone missing on that day, didn't that mean that it was his fault? He'd been the one to tell him that it was fine, that nothing would happen. After all, it wasn't the first time Georgie had gone out alone.
"Billy-" Richie began, but Bill didn't want to hear it. He was going to find his brother. He pulled his bike out of the bike rack and hopped on riding off quicker than lightning. Nothing, nothing on this earth would be able to stop him from finding his little brother. No one, no one in the entire world meant more to him. That was why Bill was determined to make his mistake right. He was going to bring Georgie home.