Mrs Trashmouth // Richie Tozier

Eleven

I'm walking along the streets of downtown Derry, mentally preparing myself for the school year to come. Where I'd be staying wasn't realistic and I'd been told to be taken into custody. I hadn't any family, so I knew I wouldn't be in Derry much longer.

Soon enough, I would forget about these friends. The sad, sad truth that I couldn't bear to hear. I would make new friends in a new town, leave the ones I love'd so dearly.

They'd grow up and have a beautiful family one day, I hope I'll have one too. We might see each other. We wouldn't know who the other was. That breaks my heart.

I didn't know that Stanley wouldn't come back to Derry when we'd gotten that call from Mike. We promised, but Stan forgot. Couldn't handle it and... and- I can't say it.

I also didn't know that I'd be in contact with Richie. That we stayed together even after I'd been taken into custody.

I didn't know that the family to adopt me would be Ben's. I was surprised at first- but It made sense in the end. Ben always thought of me as a sister, and I couldn't help but feel the same way as him.

I became a Hanscom. Ben's sister along with a beautiful new mother. Not that my mother had been ugly before, my mom had been flawless before she left.

At the age of 13, I couldn't handle the death that'd been following me around everywhere. My father, Henry and his friends, the children. It wasn't fair to the citizens of Derry.

Back into reality, September 3rd, 1989.

Ben and I were walking around Derry. I hadn't seen Richie in a few days, those days in which Ms. Hanscom was battling adoption services for me to stay with them.

Those days sucked. I had to sit in an almost silent room, minus the few whispers that went on between me, Ben, and others around the room.

Of course, I had to speak. I didn't want to, though.

"My brother..." I mutter, as they ask me what had happened. "killed my father. Later that night, though, he was pushed down a well by my friend, Mike. Mike was only protecting himself, though. Henry had a g-gun to his h-h-head." I had to hold back the tears that were about to spill. I couldn't cry in front of these people. I would seem weak.

Ben's nose was stuck in a book, I didn't bother to look at what book, but he said it had to do with a man and wanting his freedom back after being thrown into prison. Interesting.

We scurry out of downtown, and onto the outskirts. We notice the other Losers sitting on the curb, outside of a large, green field, that hadn't been cut since, forever.

They pick their heads up and they stand up, Richie bouncing up. I ran over an wrapped my arms around him.

It'd felt like forever since I had last seen him, although it was four days ago that I had. Court does a lot to you, though. I had spoken of things I didn't want to. Of course, I couldn't speak of the clown. Nobody would believe.

My frail, tan arms were wrapping around Richie's neck, his arms snugly around my waist. I tucked my head into the crook of his neck.

"It's only been a few days, but a few days too long, hot stuff." Richie whispers into my hair. I nod my head, releasing the hug.

"Are we missing something?" Eddie asks, a smirk rising onto his sweet cheeks. The others nod cheekily, and I just blush.

Richie, however, just turns and nods his head, crossing his arms confidently. "Yeah, you are! This is my girlfriend! My psycho-ass girlfriend!"