ꜱᴛᴜᴛᴛᴇʀ (ʙɪʟʟ ᴅᴇɴʙʀᴏᴜɢʜ)

009

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɴɪɴᴇ
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THE losers pulled up to the red heads apartment, talking amongst eachother. Most things they spoke about were reasons Bev needed them over in such a rush. The girl rushed over to the group, after putting out her cigarette and pushing past a little girl on the stairs, you could tell she was stressed by the look on her face.
"I-I need to show you something!"

Renee rushed over and gave her friend a hug as the boys asked questions: "What is it?"

"More then what we saw at the quarry?" Richie joked, crossing his arms letting out a laugh for his oh-so funny joke.

"Shut up!"

"Just shut up, Richie" Renee snapped at her brother. She didn't want to admitte it but she was just as worried for Bill as she was for Bev. As they met up that sunny morning Bill didn't speak a word to her.

"My dad would kill me if he finds out I had boys in the apartment."

"Wuh-w-w-we'll leave a look out," Bill stuttered, he pointed a finger at the boy. "Now, Richie stay here!" The boy through his arms up with a eyeroll;

pretty sure he's overreacting

"Woah, woah, woah, what if her dad comes back?" As the rest of the losers rushed up the stairs after Bev, Stan turned around.

"Do what you always do," He leaned forward some." Start talking!"

"It's a gift," He muttered, turning around.

❦

Her apartment was small and the furthest Thing from cozy. "In there."

"What is it?"
"You'll see."

Eddie took in a sharp breath and started to ramble. "Great, bring us to the bathroom," Renee raised a eyebrow an looked over at the short boy. "You know to 89% of the worse accidents occur in the bathroom and kitchen. And that's where all the bacteria and fungi are...and it is not a hygienic place...I knew it!" The door opened more and everything was red.

The white tile: Red
The white bathtub: Red
The white sink: Red

"What the he'll happened in here?" Renee reached out and touched the bloody wall.

"Do you see it?" Bev asked with relief in her voice.

"Yes. What happened in here?" Bev smiled a little, she wasn't going crazy.

"My dad couldn't see it, I thought that I might be crazy." Renee wiped her now bloody hand on her jean shorts and scrunched her nose. Renee could handle blood she just hated the smell it left behind, but the weird thing with this is there was no smell. The blood was just...there

"Well if your crazy, than we're all crazy." Bill glanced over at Renee and shook his head.

I don't get it Richie. Me and her...we're only ever going to be friends, Right

"We c-c-c-can't leave it like this."
And with that, they all got to work. It never seemed to go away. The blood just seemed to come back up right as you finished in a spot. Over and over she scrubbed the spot on the floor untill it finally stayed the white color it was to begin with.

❦

Her room was small, but it's hers. Renee has never had her own room, she has lived in the same house
since the day she was born. Renee looked around Bev's room. She had notebooks and dresses on the floor and on her bed, it might of been dirty but she still loved it.

Click

She turned around and saw the door close. Quickly she walked over to the door and touched to door knob.

Black. The room went dark.

"You'll float to!" She turned her body and watched as a figure walked closer to her. The darkness of the room shielding it from being seen, everything but its eyes. The yellow color burned a image into her brain.

"Renee?"

She closed her eyes hard and listined to her name being called again. Her eyes shot open as a hand was placed softly on her shoulder. "You ok?"

"Yeah Ben, I'm fine."

Everything was back to normal, the lights back on.