Your heart's racing as you look around, seeing Richie stand right in front of you. You back up against your bedroom wall. This isn't the Richie you know, this Richie seemed... more dead.
His dark eyes stare hazily into yours, "Well look at this ugly fucker. Why'd you ever think i would like you?"
You hold back a sob and try to turn around, to not face your fear of rejection, but something holds you against the wall, forcing you to look at the thing.
"They all just pity you. We never liked you. We only felt bad. We were planning on ditching you the first chance we got," the 'Richie' grins, walking closer to you, "You're so annoying. You don't know when to shut up. We're all just to nice to say anything. But now, you're done."
You squeeze your eyes shut, trying to turn away from the nightmare. You feel the figure growing into something larger. You're too scared to look.
The hot breath reaches you but stops after hearing footsteps leading up to your room.
"Hey hun," your mom peeks in, not noticing your frightened face, "What do you want for dinner?"
"Uh..." you breathe out, lookin at her with glazed eyes, "Anything's fine."
"Alright sweetie," she says and closes the door behind her.
You stare at the wall for a few minutes before climbing out of your window, needing to get away from the place where your nightmare cane true. You run trough the neighborhood, only to be stopped by the one person you don't want to see.
"Y/n?" Richie asks, gripping onto your wrist, concern on his face.
Tears fill your eyes and you rip your hands away from him and continue running, leaving a confused Richie behind.
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