Losers' Club //Richie Tozier//

🎈88. 🎈

The cut on the back of my head isn't as bad as I thought it would be and they didn't shave off much of my hair, just a tiny patch. I was able to hide it with the rest of my thick blue hair.

I sighed as I looked at myself in the mirror. My eyes were still puffy from crying myself to sleep for the past two days after I was able to leave the hospital.

My white shirt was tucked into my light-washed, blue, baggy jeans. My white low top converse were not going to stay white for much longer. I kept everything in place with a black belt and looked at myself one last time before throwing my black backpack over my shoulder. This backpack has been to hell and back with me.

I wasn't suppose to leave the house but I couldn't resist the temptation. I didn't want to leave but something told me that maybe I should visit Beverly and talk to her.

I closed my house door and walked down the street. My hands were deeply planted in my front pockets as I continued to walk in the hot summer day. I didn't feel like shit today, well not that much, not as much as yesterday or the day before that. I feel kind of shaky and scared and I refuse to embrace it.

There was a sudden shift in the air. I realized something that was kind of peculiar.

It's very quiet.

Bowers and his stupid crack goons aren't terrorizing kids. I usually hear the familiar engine of Belch's car or the screams of helpless children. But today there nothing. No engine, no screams, nothing. It was quiet, only the occasional laughter from a distance. That's it.

Now the fear is really kicking in. I looked up from the floor and looked around. I got the eerie feeling of someone watching me or maybe I'm being paranoid because it hasn't made a move since that day. I think at this point I'm not looking for its mind tricks and pain.

I licked my lips as I walked a bit faster while looking around. People stared at me as I walked past and I turned around to catch them still staring at me. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion as I continued to walk.

What the hell is going on in this fucking town?

I shook off the feeling as I walked through a park where I felt more comfortable. A few kids from school played a game of baseball and a few girls watched on the bench.

I crossed a bridge that would lead to Beverly's apartment building. I wiped my nose as I turned the sharp corner of her building.

As I turned the corner I crashed into someone's back. It wasn't hard enough for me to get hurt but it was hard enough to make the other person stumble.

"Oh fuck, I'm so-" I stopped mid-sentence as I looked up, "Bill? What are you doing here?" I asked.

He looked down at me in complete shock, "I-I came t-to talk to Be-Beverly." He said as he couldn't wrap his head around the fact that I was here, "I-I-I thought you were l-leaving." He said.

"Well I'm here, aren't I?" I asked as I walked past him.

"W-where is I-Isabelle-"

"Not here." I said as he followed me as I jogged up the long flight of stairs.

"Oh." He said quietly, "C-Cole I'm s-sorry-"