~•~•~Scars~•~•~ [STENBROUGH]

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[Intro]

William Denbrough's life almost ended that moment.

Blood was everywhere. On his bed, his wrists, his legs, his floor, his desk, his hands, his face.
If it weren't for his little brother Georgie, Bill would have slipped through the cracks.

[11/18/19.. 5:47 pm]

"Motherfucker!" Bill hissed as the cold blade slid across his wrist. Blood seeped through the incision in his skin. The tears on his face had stopped falling. The overwhelming sensation of pain slipped away from his mind. He sat on his bed, and mindlessly cut deeper and deeper, until there was too much blood on his wrists to even see his skin anymore.

He dropped the blade onto his bed, which was also soaked in blood. He stared forward as darkness threatened to trickle in and take over. His eyes drooped and slowly closed.

Knock.
Knock.
Knock.

Fuck. He didn't lock his door, but he couldn't stand.

Knock.
Knock.
Knock.

Please don't be Georgie.
Please don't be Georgie.

The door cracked open, and a soft voice clouded in his mind.

"Bill? Billy mom wants to know if you want din-

"Billy!?" Georgie cried, the imagine of his older brother with his wrists slit laying limply on his bed burning into his brain. Tears welded up in his eyes and cascaded to the floor when he blinked. His throated dried, and he felt like screaming.

So he did.

"BILL! BILLY! MOM! MOM DAD PLEASE HELP!" Georgie shrieked, sprinting to his brother's side and shaking him gently. "BILLY PLEASE WAKE UP!" Georgie sobbed, gripping onto his brother's blood soaked shirt.

"George what's wrong- OH MY GOD!" His mother shrieked, walking into her oldest son's room. "ZACK! ZACK CALL AN AMBULANCE!" His mother screamed, then ran to her son's side. "Oh honey you're gonna be okay! You're gonna be okay!" She cried, picking up Georgie and pulling her other son closer to her.

"mom?" Bill's voice slurred, a whine present. "Oh baby! Oh honey why would you do this!?" She cried, cupping his son's face. "I'm sorry mom" he cried, then slowly fell back into unconsciousness.

Sirens sounded outside and paramedics rushed up the stairs. They pulled Bill onto a stretcher and wheeled him into the truck. His family got on the ambulance with him and sat in the corner as the doctors rushed around to contain the wounds.

[9/18/19.. 6:44 pm]

Stanley Uris and Richie Tozier ran into the ER portion of the hospital. Stan's eyes were wide and watery, and his nose was a pale red. He ran to the desk. "I'm here for William Denbrough" he said, Richie standing behind him with his eyes wide behind his glasses. "He's in emergency care.. please take a seat we will call you in when he can take visitors." Stan stared in shock. "Wait, please! I- Is he going to be okay?" He asked, grabbing onto the counter. She stared at him sympathetically, "I'm afraid i don't know Honey. He was brought in at 5:55 sharp and was rushed into emergency surgery immediately."

Stan let go of the counter, and a sudden understanding passed over him. "He tried to kill himself.." he mumbled, a tear trickled down his cheek. She offered him one last sympathetic look, then he turned to face Richie. "He tried to kill himself." Stan said aloud, making Richie look up in surprise. Stan walked past Richie in a daze, and he heard his name being called. He looked up to see Georgie with tear-stained cheeks, bloodshot and puffy eyes, rosy cheeks, and a red nose. "Stanny.." he cried, walking away from his parents and stumbling into Stan. Stan kneeled down and pulled Georgie into a tight hug.