Villains ➵ bill skarsgård a.u.

twenty six

It was officially five p.m, night approaching from the shade of dark blue in the skies. An hour have passed since we parted from the rest of the pack, Arthur insisting to walk home with me like it was anything but a bad idea. Thankfully I managed to explain what I've done. Or what he's done for that matter which put me in this place to begin with. Surprisingly I managed to tell him without letting my anger towards him take over me. Perhaps he's gotten the sign when everybody was literally ignoring him for the rest of the day, but I could care less. He was the least of my worries now as Georgie was walked in front of me, her steps fast and deliberate like she was running away from me or something. But I didn't stop walking after her, my feet sore from miles of walking. I tried talking to her multiple times before Jumper told me to settle the issue between us.

So far she hasn't told me a goddamn thing and I was beginning to hate myself even more as I watch her further walk away from me, the thought of her hating me crawling up my sinuses. I was tired, and sick, but I would rather die in a pit than live with the fact I upset Georgie because I was stupid. Although I know she was only mad because I did such an idiotic thing, I wasn't going to let the day pass without closure, otherwise I was going to dive straight into insanity. They were the only ones keeping me from having a breakdown again. There was a stranger living in my room and my friend was missing, if I add in another conflict I wouldn't know what to do. And something about that fact haunted my thoughts like a disease. I was lying to myself. I know what I would do, and I didn't want to do it again. Not now that Sarah needed me to be strong. Not now that I was stuck in an endless loop of misfortune.

I quickened my pace, the chilly air stinging my eyes. "Georgie!" I begged, ignoring the exhaustion beginning to consume my body as I walked. The streets to their house was empty now, the roads hidden in an inch-layer of ice. "Georgie, please talk to me."

Her feet came to a half and so did mine, looking back at me with the same black cloud in her blue eyes, her tear ducts glistening, metaphorically punching me across my face. I take a moment to catch my breath, my attention caught by the white on her knuckles as she stood stiffly in front of me.

"What the fuck was that all about? You're talking to Arthur Michigan now?" She finally spoke, her voice cracking as threw her hands around.

"Georgie--"

"What, one moment you're strangers and now he's with us?" She interrupts, looking far off into the roads other than my face.

"Georgie, at least let me explain."

Her gaze goes back to me again as she placed her hands on either side of her waist, her jaw clenched. "Go on explain, because I would like to know why the fuck there's a snake lingering in my backyard, Adrianne."

I refrained, her choice of words making my ears ring. "He's not a snake." I mutter under my breath, reminding myself of the time when he made me feel safe inside the hospital. Yes, I was afraid of him as we were walking through the darkness encompassing the corridors, but right there and then he didn't feel like a snake. He seemed like a real person, and not the god everyone in Hillside Highschool sees him to be. All my life I hated him, however when he was there with me a little bit of loathing was reduced, and for a moment I pitied him. I still pity him now, and perhaps that was also the reason why I agreed to have him help us. Nevertheless, I guess pity doesn't always work as an excuse when you're betraying your best friend.

"So now you're defending him?" She accuses with wide eyes. "May I fucking remind you the whole reason we're in this shit hole is because of him, and your cousin's weird crush on him."

"I'm not fucking defending him, Jesus!" I exclaim, heat rising at the back of my head as aggravation reeks through my bloodstream. I take a deep breath, letting the cold into the fire in my cheeks. "I'm sorry, okay?! I thought Jumper told you?"