Your Truth Lies Down Here: Volume 1 [1990 Pennywise Fan-fiction]

Midnight

        

I can't decide which one of us will leave here alive
Your fingers breaking as I place them over mine
The only thing I need is time
To change your mind, I said

When all that you know
Has fallen behind you
It's not the past that you're afraid to see
There's nobody here and no one to find you
Tonight is forever

  

      "You don't have to eat that you know."

      The voice in which I dread called from the other end of the corridor. The small piece of flesh fell from between my fingers and made a splat noise on the floor.

      My mouth was left agape. He stood tall, threatening on the other side, to me at least. He seemed docile, but I knew better than to believe it.

       He walks up to me, slowly and on instinct I backed my self up.

      "Please, don't hurt me!" I sobbed.
He ignored my please, and continued his way forward, and I continued pleading.

         But unfortunately, the sewer wall was there to stop me from moving any further.

           The clown named Pennywise soon approached and  sat down next to me.
  
           "I found a little something you can eat." He said.

             My face relaxed from it's terrorized expression when his arm outstretched towards me. His hand was closed, but then opened revealing a single apple sitting on the palm of his hand.

             I stared at it, unsure.

            He nudged it towards me, encouraging me to take it.

        "Do you want it, or not?"

         I didn't hesitate after that. I snatched the apple from his hand and sunk my teeth into the crisp red flesh, and almost swallowing the large bite whole. He watched me as I did this, rather curiously.

          I normally wouldn't choose apples to eat; I didn't care for them. But I was far too hungry to care.

          By the time I was done, my appetite was barely sedated, but It filled enough to last longer.

        I knawed on the core, my eyes glanced up to wearily stare him down.

        He saw this and laughed lowly. He roughly ruffled my already messy hair, and I gave him a quick glare.

         What was his issue?

       The core snapped as a result of me chewing on it so much, so I just dropped it to the ground and continued to stare at Pennywise.

        "Thank you." I said quietly, my voice cracking because I had stayed silent for so long.

         "Well, I need my precious toy to stay alive for a while, don't I?" He replied, snickering at the comment he had made.

           I didn't mind though. He could do much worse than attempt to offend me at this point.
I let the matter go, and tried to swallow, but quickly realized that my throat felt like sandpaper. And I felt hot, and I couldn't sweat.

          "Can I please have water?" I asked hesitently, knowing how he could possibly react.
        
           "Why," he pointed to the grey water in the tunnel at the other side of the large spiderweb infested room.
           "There's water over there, isn't there?" He replied sarcastically. I gave him a look.
 
          "I'll get sick if I drink that. Do you know how much-"

          His mouth opened into a wide smile, a sharp laugh erupting afterwards, ultimately cutting me off.

            I looked down, almost ashamed. But it was angry shame. Why did I have to be the one stuck down here with this evil clown. Why can't I live my life freely.

          The anger came out and my mouth opened wide, my hands found there way over my head and I screamed in the fetal position,

      "WHAT DID I DO WRONG!?"

     I had lost it. Being down here with the clown endlessly degrading me and raping and beating me, as I lay helpless, hungry, sick.

       I couldn't take it anymore. I am weak.

       I cried and sobbed, but it would only get me nowhere. And the sad part was, I knew that.

       "Silver." I could barely here his raspy voice, but it was somewhat audible through my screaming.

        "Silver, look what I've got." My whaling ceased a small bit, and I looked up obediently. In his hand was what I needed most. Water.

        I hesitently raised my hand, reaching for the bottle and using my other arm to wipe my face; although there were no tears to wipe.

        But when my hand was mere centimeter from making contact with the plastic, it was jerked back. I glanced at Pennywise's face, with a desperate expression on mine. His eyebrows were quirked up, and his head tilted giving me a sideways glance.

         "Tell me, Sugar. Tell me how much you love ol' Pennywise!" He stated in a low tone, emphasizing the word 'Much'.

           What is that's supposed to mean. At this point, I was left utterly confused.

           "Go on!" His put his left hand behind his left ear and leaned in, while he looked at me intently, exaggerating a comedic "listening" gesture.

           
          "I'm listening!"

 
         It was either tell him what he wants to hear, or suffer at this point. I inwardly sighed, scorning myself with disgust for what I was about to say next.

"I-i.......love you so much, Pennywise."