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Part Ninteen

Bill's Prov.

I started crying as I hugged Stan as he cried into me. We all loved Ben. Especially Beverly, she liked him more than just a friend. She was just too nervous to tell him. "What does the note mean?" Richie asked as he grabbed it and read it. I played with Stanley's curls as we sat against the wall. "What does it say?" I asked her. "It says, I still love you even though what you said, Beverly" Beverly said, a tear running down her cheek. "Yeah. Why would it say that?" I asked, frowning. "I don't understand. Why would he write that?" Her eyes widened. "Maybe he saw IT and it had something to do with me!" She sobbed "I killed Ben!". Eddie and Richie hugged her. "It's not your fault Bev." They said. "Maybe he saw me and I said something but it really wasn't me!" Beverly said, he face in her hands. I held on to Stanley as he rubbed his hand on my chest. I grabbed his hand and kissed his cheek. He looked up at me and kissed me. I kissed him back, holding his face in an comforting manor.

Richie's Prov.

I held Eddie's hand and put my hand on Beverly's shoulder as she cried. "What are we going to do?" Eddie asked. Looking up at me and then at Beverly. "I don't know. I kinda thin we should just leave him here for someone to find him but I also don't because that's just horrible." I said, playing with Eddie's hair. "Yeah. But I think we should tell the police." Mike said, taking out his phone. "Yeah, um. Me and my friends found our.. friend.. Ben Hanscom's... body. He committed suicide and he is in his bathtub." Mike said, tearing up as he was on the phone. Mike nodded as he listened to the police officer and then he turned off his phone. "The police will be here soon." He said, looking down. We all sat outside of the bathroom. I cuddled Eddie and held his hand. The police came to the door and Mike answered and let them in. "So who is the one who called?" The police officer said. "It was me, sir." Mike said raising his hand. "Okay" He said. He looked at all of us. "Was Ben all of your guy's friend? We all nodded while looking down. "Lets have a look then." He said, walking into the bathroom with gloves on. "He died from cutting himself across the wrist. Typical suicidal technique." Saying again as he got up and called back up to take our friends dead body away. I buried my face into Eddie's hair as I teared up again. We had a lot of memories together. But we will get that Bitch. We will kiss IT for this... Eddie sunk into me more. "We got this. You kids might want to get home. Your parents must be worried sick!" He said motioning us out of Ben's house.

Stanley's Prov.

I held on to Bill's hand as we walked out. The police officer looked at us and... smiled. Not everyone smiles. No one does actually. Everyone frowns or pretends like they are going to throw up. I smiled back and then frowned. I then looked back as he also smiled as he watched Eddie and Richie walk out, as they held hands as well. Bill stared to cry and I squeezed his hand. "It's going to be okay Bill." I said, hugging him tightly, letting him cry into my shoulder. He did. "Ben was the only friend that i could tell anything to." Bill said, pulling back. I teared up a little as I wiped Bill's excess tears. It's Sunday and we go back to school tomorrow. It's going be hard to get through the day. Especially for Bill. I hugged him and cried as I thought of everything that has happened. Because that. clown. "I'm gonna kill that fucking clown!!!" Bill yelled, crying. Me and Bill got to his house and I had to leave. "You think that your going to be okay?" I said, rubbing underneath his eyes with my thumbs, I took my hands away and smiled. I put our heads together and kissed him. As I walked away, he pulled my arm and hugged me. I hugged him back tightly and started to cry. He started to cry too. As we pulled away we looked into each others eyes and smiled. We kissed and then I walked home.

Bill's Prov.

After Stan left I closed the door and went to my room to watch him walk home. I admired him as he walked across the street. He looked like something was wrong. He froze and tried to get out of the way but couldn't. A car sped right into him and hit him, he hit the rear window of the car and cracked it. My eyes widened and I burst into tears as I quickly ran outside, not caring that I could get hit by a car too. I ran to his side and he was wincing. He had his hand at his side. It was bleeding very badly and he was losing a lot of blood. "Stan! It's going to be okay. He was in tears and was sobbing. I took off my shirt and put it on his wound and put pressure. "That hurts Bill" He said gritting his teeth. I saw that one of his hands were all scratched up and had multiple pieces of glass stuck in it. He used his free hand and touched my face. I cried as I kept trying to stop the bleeding. "I don't think I'm going to make it, Bill." He said, a tear running down his cheek. "No! Don't say that Stan. It's going to be okay!" I said holding onto his hand that was on my face. I cried and he continued to bleed. "I love you Bill. I always have. And I always will." He said, crying. "I love you too" I said. Putting pressure on his wound again. He closed his eyes and squeezed them tight, trying to get rid of any pain possible. He then stopped squeezed his eyes and went limp. He started to turn a little pale. My eyes widened and I checked if we was still breathing. He wasn't. "Stan!" I yelled, crying harder. I then heard that Someone was standing behind me. I turned around and saw IT. I cried out and turned to look at Stan and he wasn't there. I sobbed and ran to my house as fast as I could. I got in bed and cried myself to sleep.