faded voices

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song above reminds me of this chapter
warnings - you know the usual
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Y/N'S POV

IT was written on the bathroom wall with blood.

8 friends sitting around a circular table.

The sewers were filled with broken hearts. 

BEVERLY'S POV

Stan's worried eyes kept glancing at Y/N when the doctor was talking. She had a mask covering her face now. The doctor rambled on about the coma, the scarily increasing brain activity and the rapid heartbeat that could possible get worse. She muttered words sometimes but they made no sense to us. 

The sudden movement of Y/N startled us all, Stanley rushed to her side immediately, I was closely behind him. Y/N's eyes were suddenly open and she was sitting straight up in the hospital bed. Stanley removed the mask around her face so she could breath normally.

"Stanley," Y/N whispered, quickly looking over at me, "Bev." She gave a sweet but subtle smile.

"Hey Y/N," I said grabbing her hand. She coughed and she let go quickly, going after the wound on her stomach. 

They got stitches over it but she had to be careful, like I knew anything about that. The doctor said she could get out of the hospital tomorrow if she handled her stitches well and got rest.

I patted Stanley on the back as she went to get the check up, "Look, she's fine. I promise you she will continue to be fine." 

TIME SKIP - Y/N'S POV

The stabbing pain would continue to hurt they said. Maybe forever. I looked at the abnormal shape on my stomach, the blue stitches going around the dried blood that was once a normal stomach. 

Stanley helped me walk out of the hospital, he was saying something about Beverly going home as soon as I woke up and how she called in panic earlier today for everyone to come to her apartment. 

"L-Let's go," I said, eager to get to Beverly's house. 

"Nuh-uh, you aren't going. You are going home. You need to rest."

"B-But..." I tried to say but Stanley thought otherwise.

"Coming will get you hurt," He said hesitantly, "But going home will get you hurt too." I looked at him with hopeful eyes. "Fine, but we have to hurry," He said helping me get onto his bike. 

And we took off.

TIME SKIP - BEVERLY'S POV

"My dad would kill me if he found out that I had boys in the apartment.." Y/N was hanging on Stan's shoulder carefully looking at her stomach. 

"W-We will leave a l-l-lookout. Richie, stuh-stay here." Bill stuttered rushing towards the stairs. 

"Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah. What if her dad comes back?" Richie yelled towards us. 

Stanley turned around, dropping his arm from Y/N's waist. "Do what you always do. Start talking!" Y/N let out a small chuckle before walking up the stairs again. 

BILL'S POV

Walking down the hallway, I felt the walls closing in on me. It stopped when Beverly talked for the first time in the apartment. 

"In there..." Beverly whispered pointing at the bathroom door. 

"A-Are you serious!? You're going to show us your bathroom? I just want to let you now that eighty-nine percent of accidents in homes happen in bathrooms, and there is bacteria and fungi and I-," Eddie whispered quickly backing away from Beverly's door. 

"C-Calm down Eddie," Y/N said cautiously. Eddie rolled his eyes, less this time. 

I opened the door breathing slowly, that's when we saw the bathroom. 

Blood covered the room top to bottom, every surface was red. There was one spot in the corner where I supposed Bev sat when it happened. 

I stepped forward just a little bit. Eddie gagged while Y/N stumbled back a little bit while whispering to herself. Her once y/e/c flashed white before she stumbled forward again into the bloody room. 

"You see it?" Beverly asked us and then looked down.
"My father couldn't see it.. I thought I might be crazy."
"W-Well if your c-c-crazy.. then we're a-all crazy," I said then looked at the others, "W-We c-can't leave it l-like th-this. 

TIME SKIP - Y/N'S POV

"No, I love being your personal doorman, really... could you guys have taken any longer?" Richie groaned, riding around us in circles. "Shut up, Richie." Stan said. "Yeah, shut up, Richie." Eddie agreed while Richie rolled his eyes.

"Oh, Trash the Trashmouth, I get it." Richie said again riding in another circle.
"At least I didn't imagine her sink went all Eddie's moms vagina on Halloween." Richie argued and I looked back at him.

"S-She didn't i-i-imagine it.." Bill said hesitantly. 

"I-I could t-taste the blood Richie. I-It was like t-t-two nights ago all over again." 

Richie looked at me with disbelief. Eddies eyes flashed between us as I touched Richie's shoulder. 

"I s-s-s-saw s-something too." Bill continued. Our walking suddenly came to a stop.
"You saw blood too?" Stanley asked and Bill shook his head.
"Not blood. I s-s-saw J-J-Juh-Georgie.. He seemed so real. It seemed like him, but there was this.. this.." 

"Clown... I saw it too." Eddie finished for him.

My vision felt was so blurry and a million voices came back that were there when I wasn't there. 

"Slut."

"I fucked your mom."

"What the fucked happened to me?"

"My heart burns there too.."

"Richie..."

The voices faded, I focused my attention back onto the conversation. 

Bill looked at both of us, Richie interrupted the few words I was gonna say, "Wait, can only virgins see this stuff? Is that why I'm not seeing this shit?" He asked, I rolled my eyes and he smiled at his feet. 

Screams started coming from the trees. "Shit, that's Belch Huggins's car. We should probably get out of here," Eddie pointed out.
"Wait. That's the homeschooled kids bike?" Bill asked, pointing at the stranded bike in the middle of the road. 

"Should we help him?" Richie asked.
"Yes!" Beverly shouted at Richie throwing her bike on the ground and sprinting off. My legs pounded, my body hurt. 

"Help!"

hii! i am so sorry that i haven't posted in awhile, that is completely my fault! life is just crazy haha. i hope you enjoyed the chapter and thank you so much for 700 views! have a nice morning/evening/night, depending on where you are! <3 elle

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