BLOODY CAROUSEL | BILL SKARSGARD/ PENNYWISE X READER | NSFW|

SEVEN

Chapter Seven.

Bill stayed with me all night laid beside me. His shoulder constantly pressed up against mine; his face turned to the side to let me gaze upon his beautiful green eyes. We talked about random things like work, family, things we liked and disliked. Hours went by and soon it was early into the next morning. Bill left me quietly; his emerald orbs gazing over my sleeping form comfortably tucked under the sheets. I stirred when warm, soft lips caressed my forehead and the boy just stared down at me with no emotion on his face.

I woke up when the sunlight was beaming into my bedroom through the cracks inbetween my curtains. I groaned and rubbed away the crusty sleep from my eyes, noticing a note in the corner of my vision placed on the bedside table.

It was from Bill, wishing me sweet dreams as I slept. He mentioned he had to leave to get ready for work and he didn't want to disturb me. I smiled softly and brought the note to my lips, kissing it, imagining it was Bill instead.

I called my workplace and told them I was unwell. After the night I just had I needed a day to get myself back to normal, even though the flashes of what had happened continued to haunt me after I had awakened.

I needed a shower. A long, hot, steamy one. I felt disgusting and sick all of a sudden.

I forced my body out of the bed and into the nearby bathroom. Discarding my clothing  to the floor, my eyes fell down onto the bandaged wound on my thigh. I grazed it with my finger tips, expecting it to sting, but it didn't. I slowly unwrapped it, watching as the white fabric unraveled to the tiled flooring. As soon as my flesh was exposed my eyes grew wide and my mouth parted slightly.

A long mark painted my skin, but there was no fresh wound. I rubbed at it and watched as red came off onto the pads of my fingers. "What the hell?"

I began to question if I was really wounded by that knife. Was any of it real? It certainly felt terrifyingly real.

I quickly turned the knob to turn on the shower and brought myself under the stream of heated water. I let the water wash over my face as I stood in place; my head tilted up towards the head of the shower.

A flash of Bill crossed my mind as I had my eyes closed shut tightly. He was crawling over me, his perfectly pert lips curling into a grin. But then the grin grew wider; twisting into something scary. Then his face changed; shifting into what looked like a clown dressed in an old victorian-styled clown get-up. His mouth opened, cracking apart, revealing many rows of sharp, pointy teeth.

I gasped outloud and my eyes shot open like a rocket.

What the fuck was that?