forgotten virtues

Chapter 1: Lost Time

                                                                                      | Bill Denbrough |

The ticking of the clock repeated whiten my head, Its like the world collapsed on itself at this

moment.  I was wide awake, that nightmare, that stupid nightmare, but i was too tired inside 

 my head to scream for help.  but the nightmares always kept me awake at night making

me question myself, a warehouse, a bullet case, and a loop hole, or some type of portal?

but what did it mean?

I glance up at the old clock, 7:15, I sat up on my bed, I shake my head and spin around the room

a second, a shiver runs up my back all I wanted to do was sit by the fire. My eyes look up at the 

group of photos on the wall, I look at their smiling faces. My friends, I squint a bit as I look at 

each one carefully, each memory was different with different memories tied to each one of the 

lucid photos.

I stand up stretching as my mother poked her head through the door, looking tired and broken,

like she always did, ever since Georgie died, "Bill.." My mother's voice was painful and tired as if

she was calling to me, "You've been up all night?" I shrug "c-couldn't sleep.." I try to pull the

words out of my head, but it was so hard. "I-I was h-having those d-dreams again." I tell her.

She frowns "about your brother..?" I look up her fast, and shake my head, fidgeting with my 

fingers, "N-No, about t-the warehouse." She frowns again, looking down at the floor.

I look at her, I couldn't tell her all of it, I sound like a manic as much as I did already, I would

always have panic attacks, during school hours or at the dinner table, even when im walking

home from school but what was really weird, the dreams or some type of vision would always

appear in timed order, but it would hit me harder when I was asleep, but what I didn't know

is that the visions would make me very unpleasantly awake, like I never went  to bed at all.

"Bill.." broken from my thoughts, I look up at my mom who had moved closer toward me.

"Are you sure your alright? like haven't you put yourself through enough?" I look down at the 

floor, I wasn't okay, its been an even couple weeks since I had even talked to my friends, it

wasn't because of them, it was me, I just felt like I'm losing them slowly, and it my fault.

"I-I'm going t-to talk to t-them.. I-I will" I say, pushing her question aside. She narrowed her 

eyes, "will you?" she asked, "better then never.. you should call them."

I nod, it wasn't unusual for us to group chat on our rusty old phones, it was hard to believe

its been a year, I felt like just yesterday, we fought Pennywise, one of the memories I wish to

forget. But that memory brought us closer then ever before, so I held onto the good memories