Richie Tozier's sister

Chapter 8

She shot awake, whimpering and crying. Patrick was sound asleep, and she held her knees to her chest. Sobs escaped her lips swiftly and smoothly, her heart crushing to even tinier pieces.

Patrick tried to pull her closer in his sleep, and woke up because of the feeling that she wasn't there.

He sat up, looking at her, her back facing him. He pet her long, brown hair, occasionally running his fingers through it.

She sniffled, keeping her face hidden in her hands.

"What's wrong, baby? You okay?" he spoke, moving Juliet's hair out of her face, taking her chin in his hands and turning her head so he could see her face.

"Oh, princess. Don't cry. What's goin on? I'm here, Pat's here alright?" he brought her closer to him and she sniffles and managed to choke out "I-I had a bad dream"

He looked into her eyes, seeing oceans and oceans of pain. It was a never ending body of water, that crushed Patrick's heart.

He had never understood all of that, you know, the pain in his chest thing, but for some reason whenever he'd see her cry, it was there again.

He reached his long hand up, wiping a tear off her cheek with his thumb.

Water was really spilling from her eyes. He wondered how that worked.

Was there so much pain in her head that she wasn't expressing, that it overflowed and spilled from her eyes?

He's never cried before, so he didn't understand what it was like.

"What do you need, baby? Whatever you need, I'll give it to you"

"Just... Just hold me, Patrick"

So he did, he held her tight and safe in his arms, keeping her warm.

As she attached himself to him, she felt okay with him.

i'm so deeply sorry for taking forever to update. i've been in a dark place, so i'm sorry this is so short. i will try to update any of my books as soon as possible.