We're back, Losers| Sequel to Welcome To The Losers Club

7

Your POV

My ankles were swollen, I had probably twisted them. I ran to the park, not knowing where else to go. I wanted to cry, but I didn't want to seem crazy to the public as well.

'Finally ran away, huh?' A nasty voice said inside my head.

"What the hell?" I mumbled to myself.

'It's me, your good old friend Pennywise' I could hear the scary grin in his voice.

"Why can't you just leave me alone?" I asked a bit louder this time.

'Because, they care the most for you, and you're an easy target. Just one mention of your brother and-'

"Shut up" I said, raising my voice. People were staring at me, but I barely even noticed it.

'See? Easy target. Now, about your brother...'

"Shut. Up!" I yelled, grabbing the attention of many now. I realized that everyone was staring at me, and began to cry. And there I sat, on a park bench, alone, crying, with everyone thinking I'm insane. Maybe I am.  Maybe I need to do something about myself.

Bill's POV

I paced back and forth around the living room.

"This is why you need to keep your damn mouth shut, Richie!" Stan yelled at him.

"How the fuck is it my fault that she's crazy? She's the one who jumped out of the window," He argued.

"Only because you made her think she'd hurt us!" Stan argued back.

"She's insane! She could've hurt us at any second!" Richie yelled. I looked over to the tv, and stopped pacing.

"Guys," I said, trying to grab their attention.

"We could've helped her!" Eddie joined in.

"Guys." I said a bit louder.

"She's fucking insane, guys!" Richie yelled again.

"Guys!" I yelled, finally grabbing everyone's attention. "Look," I pointed at the tv.

"Local girl identified to be (Y/f/n) has been reported to turn herself into a mental hospital. She is only 18 years old and has turned herself in for 'being crazy.' Now, the weather." Said the new woman.

"Oh my god, it really is my fault," Richie said to himself.

"Yeah, no shit," Mike said.

"Guys, what are we gonna do?" I asked, looking down to my feet.

"We obviously need to find a way to get her out," Richie said. We all glared at him. "Sorry."

"I'm going to go see her," I said, grabbing my keys.

"They might not let you in, Bill" Beverly said.

"It's worth a try, Beverly," I said, walking towards the door. She grabs my wrist, causing me to stop and turn to her.

"Billy..." she had love and sadness in her eyes. "Please, forget about her. Be with me. We can be happy."

"What? How could you say that?" I ripped my arm away from her.

"Billy, she's insane. You don't have a future with her. Now, we can finally be together," she smiled at me, grabbing the sides of my face lightly with her hands. I backed away from her with a disgusted look on my face.

"Beverly, get out of my house," I told her. Everyone else watched, just as shocked as I was.

"Bill, please-"

"Please, get out," I said, beginning to lose my patience. She sighed, walking out the door, before I followed. She went to her car, while I went to mine. I drove away from the house and towards the same mental hospital Henry was in.

"Um, what room is (Y/f/n) in?" I asked the receptionist.

"Relation?" She asked, not looking away from the computer.

"I'm her Boyfriend, Bill Denbrough," I told her. She looked up at me and gave me a name tag.

"Room 324," She said, looking back down at her computer again.

"Thank you," I said, before running over to the elevator. I reached the third floor, and began scanning numbers. "326, 325, 324!"

I looked inside the cell like door and saw her, crying. It made me want to cry as well, seeing her in such a broken state.

"(Y/n)," I said softly, causing her to turn her head toward me.

"Billy," she sobbed out, walking over to the door.

"Why are you in here, baby?" I shushed her, grabbing her hand through the bars.

"I don't know, I really don't," she cried. "I remember talking to him in my head, and then everything went dark, and then I woke up in here, and I don't know what to do." 

"It's okay, I'll get you out, I promise," She nodded. "I'll have to talk to the receptionist real quick, though, okay?" She nodded again. "I'll be right back."

I went back to the elevator, back down to the lobby, then over to the receptionist.

"When's the soonest I can get (Y/n) out? Tonight would be nice," I asked her.

"Sir, she's in an unstable condition," The receptionist replied.

"No, she isn't, she's fine. It's just one of our friends made her think she was insane, so she ran off and came here," I explained. The receptionist sighed and handed me some paperwork.

"Sign these and bring them tomorrow morning, then you can let your girlfriend out. Visiting hours are over, so I'm going to need you to leave," she said. I sighed and nodded. Looks like it'll have to be tomorrow.

Yo, I updated! I was rereading this book and was like, I'm gonna continue it until the end. But, it'll probably be slow updates. Hope you enjoyed this chapter. Love ya!