Mrs Trashmouth // Richie Tozier

Four

Our BROTP is Eddie and Jackie! YAY!

A couple days later, we're hanging out in Bill's garage. Everybody's doing something. Bill's pinning up the map, Stanley, Richie, Bev and I are covering the garage windows with flannel sheets and blankets. Mike's closing the garage door and Eddie's setting up the projector. Ben walks in and gives Bill a slide.

Bill pops the slide in as everyone gets comfortable.

"Okay," Bill mumbles as he flicks up the sewer map for Derry.

I take a seat next to Eddie, while Mike and Bill stay standing.

Bill raises his finger at the storm drain. "Look. That's where G-G-Georgie disappeared. There's the Ironworks. And The Black Spot. Everywhere it happens, it's all connected by the sewers. And they all meet up at the-"

"The well house." Ben interrupts. I put my hand on Eddie's lower arm. He doesn't move, so that's good.

"It's in the house on Neibolt Street." Stanley murmurs.

"You mean that creepy-ass house where all the junkies and hobos like to sleep?" Richie scrunches his nose in disgust.

Eddie frantically reaches into his fanny pack and pulls out his inhaler, taking a few puffs. I reach my hand out and take two as well, then I give it back.

"Eds- just breathe. In, and out." I say, calming him down a little. He tries his hardest but still breathes in and out like mad.

"I hate that house." Beverly furrows her eyebrows. "It always feels like it's watching me."

"That's where I saw it. That's where I saw the clown." Eddie shakes, inhaler still in hand.

"T-t-that's where It lives." Bill stammers. Eddie takes another puff. I rub his arm, but his asthma attack spreads on and now I can hardly breathe.

"I can't imagine anything ever wanting to live there," Stan says.

"Can we stop talking about this?" Eddie stands up. "W-we can barely breathe- This is s-summer- We're kids- We can barely breathe! Me and Jackie are over here having a fucking asthma attack! I'm not doing this!"

Eddie pulls the map off the wall.

Bill looks at him with shock. "What the hell? Put the map back."

Eddie just shakes his head rapidly. "Mm-mm."

Suddenly, the slide changes. "What happened?" Bill looks down at the projector. Nobody's touching it.

The bright light's switching between various photos of Bill and his family. "What's going on?" Stan says.

Mike steps up. "I got it, hold on." He fumbles with the projector, no use in doing so. "Guys."

The projector clicks, leaving them with a picture of the Denbroughs on a windy day. Everyone is dressed nicely. "G-Georgie." Bill stutters. It zooms in on his little brothers face.

"Bill?" Stanley mutters. The image is just of Georgie, smiling brightly. The projector's clicking rapidly now, moving from Georgie to Mrs Denbrough.

"What the fuck?" I yell, wide-eyed. I pull Eddie towards me.

The projector keeps clicking and Mrs Denbrough's hair is flailing wildly.

What the fuck? "That's n-not Mrs Denbrough," I say, as the projector flicks to the clown that I saw the other night. Everyone gasps and steps backward.

Richie starts yelling. "What the fuck?"

"It's It," Bill says, mouth gaping open.

Richie stands up, grabbing onto me and Eddie. "What the fuck is that? What the fuck is that?"

"I don't fucking know!" Eddie screams, holding onto us tight.

"Turn it off!" Beverly says. "Turn it off!"

"Yeah, yeah! Turn it off!" Richie continues yelling.

Mike stands up and kicks the projector stand, causing the projector to fall, dropping all of the slides. It now projects the background of the photo, but nobody cares. I fumble for my inhaler. Everyone's breathing can be heard and I grasp onto both Richie's and Eddie's hand.

I walk back over to where we were sitting, letting go of the boys for a minute to grab my inhaler from the ground. Everyone's head turns to the projector when it changes slides, but I need my inhaler. Now.

It goes pitch black in the room, and then a light turns on, a loud growling heard. I stumble on my feet, not able to pick myself up. I skid my body into the corner of Bill's garage, finally getting onto my feet. I'm next to Beverly, and that thing is moving towards us. I grab Beverly's hand as everyone is screaming. I shut my eyes tight, holding onto Beverly for dear life (literally). I feel a sharp pain in my stomach, not wanting to open my eyes to see what'd happened.

Everyone is screaming to open the garage door, and finally, Ben pushed it open. Tears are pouring down my face, and Bev lets go of my hand. I rest my back against the wall and slide down it. I feel dizzy, everything is spinning.

I feel Eddie's and Richie's presence. Both of them are shaking me.

"Come on, please stay here. Me, and Richie, and everyone else- we need you. Please, just don't close your eyes." Eddie whispers, clutching my arm. I feel a shirt wrap around my body- Bill's flannel.

"H-h-holy f-fuck." Richie whimpers.

My eyes are only a little open. I reach my hands over towards Richie, who's just as much of a mess as me.

Richie takes my hand, Eddie takes the other. "Rich-" I mumble. Richie 'shh's me, and I stay quiet. He puts his free hand on my cheek, and he leans in, pressing a soft kiss against my lips. His lips are chapped, he could have used some of my lip balm. Richie always said I smelled of vanilla and Coca-Cola, so I believed it. It seems, though, that Richie has been using some lip balm, as his lips tasted of cherry. He pulls back and smiles. He tucks a piece of hair behind my ear and lets a few tears fall out. I begin to close my eyes.

"No- no no no!" Richie screams. He moves his hand from my cheek to my chest.

"I'm not dying, Richie. I'm just tired." I mumble, opening my eyes again. He picks me up bridal style and carries me to the others. Everyone has tears in their eyes. I rest my head and hands against Richie's chest.

I don't bother listening to their conversation. I'm being put on the back of Richie's bike, and he tells me to hold on. I listen to that, and suddenly, we're at the house on Neibolt. Richie puts me into Stanley's arms, and Stan sits down on the floor, and I'm huddled against Stanley.

Drama!!! Please comment suggestions on how to make the story longer thx

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