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Untitled Part 7

Chris started to notice that the more she'd gotten to know Ben, the more that they had in common. They bonded over being the 'new kid' in town and living with a single mother, except for him, it was just him and his mother and his dad died serving in Vietnam. She personally wished that she'd rather have not known her dad at all than to have known him her entire life. When they finally walked in to his bedroom, to her, it was like walking in to a homemade library. 

"You sure do a lot of research", she said as she looked around at all of the newspaper pages that plastered on the wall. "What's that?", Stanley pointed to what seemed to be a charter clipped on his bedroom wall. 

"It is a charter of the town of Derry", Ben replied.

"Nerd alert", Richie snorted.

"No, it's very interesting. Derry started out as a beaver-trapping camp"

"And it still is, am I right, boys?", Richie turned to the others for a high five. They remained silent since they didn't find it funny. "Ninety-one people signed the charter of Derry, but that same winter, they all went missing without a trace.

"The entire camp?", asked Eddie

"There were rumors of Indians, but no sign of an attack", Ben explained. "everyone thought it was a plague or something, but it's like one day, everybody just..woke up and left. The only clue was a trail of bloody clothes leading to the well house". 

"Jesus, we could get Derry on Unsolved Mysteries", Richie commented. Chris glued her eyes on the different news articles. "You're not wrong", she muttered, standing next to him. She looked at the black-and-white photos from some of the ripped articles. She squinted harder at a picture of the Indians and saw what looked like to be a clown standing in the crowd. 

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The next day was a day without Richie and the others. He was busy helping his dad mowing the lawn to earn allowance, so Chris decided to use that time to take pictures around town to add to her scrapbook. She took pictures of nature sites, street signs, and even the Paul Bunyan statue-places that she doubted she would ever see again. After she finished, she put her camera in her backpack before walking down the sidewalk. "Where do you think you're going, Archer?", Greta leaned against the wall of an alleyway. Chris rolled her eyes and continued walking before Greta grabbed her by her shirt and pinned her against the left hand wall. "You didn't answer my question", she hissed.

"Why do you care?", asked Chris.

"We don't. We just like reminding you how much of a pathetic piece of shit you are"

"Just back off", she muttered, pushing past Greta and attempting to leave. Sally Mueller blocked her way. "That's probably why you're nothing compared to your mom", she said, walking towards her. 

"I mean, she's more prettier than you, she has better ambitions", Greta added. "And what are you? Just some ugly self-centered twat who does nothing, but takes stupid pictures with an old ass camera"

"It's no wonder your dad started drinking", said Sally.

"It was because he was ashamed to have a daughter like you"

"He was disgusted by of how much of a disgusting piece of shit you turned out to be"

"Shut the fuck up!", Chris shouted at her as her voice started shaking.

"Even your mom's disgusted by what you became" 

"You're probably the reason why you're mom had to keep looking for jobs"

"It's because she has to deal with your fucking bullshit every 24/7"

"The only reason why you're even with those losers is to make you feel better about yourself"

"Everyone knows that they're going to end up leaving you, including that Trashmouth kid"

"He was only pretending to like you"

"He was only doing it so he could make fun of you afterwards. To joke about the time he pretended to like the ugly little freak that sulks around school"

"You don't even deserve to have any friends"

"You're useless!"

"Pathetic!"

As Greta and the other girls continue to scream at her, she started to notice their peach skin turn grey and blue veins pop out. Their teeth sharpened in to fangs. Their eyes clouded up in to an ugly grey and yellow color that even clouded up their pupils. Their hair, including Greta's sandy blonde wavy hair, started thinning. As they continue to hurdle insults at her, their voices turned monstrous, "You selfish fucking bitch! You little twat!". Each of the girls grabbed her and she tried her best to fight back against their restraints. She tried to scream louder to catch people's attention, but her screams were strangely non-existent to the people walking pass.

"Come join the circus, Christina", her voice becoming more deep and raspy.  "You'll float too". She opened her mouth wide as she attempted to devour Chris' face while Chris turned away in disgust and horror. She could feel drool sprinkle on  her cheek.  

She finally kicked Greta and violently pushed Sally before making a run for it. She continued to run down the street until she managed to hide behind a bush near a church. She tried to hold in her tears as much as she could, but she finally resisted and finally let them fall. She'd learned to bottle up her emotions after the first few moves, but these were the only times where she let them out. She sobbed and tucked her knees to her chest, burying her face in them. 

Chris walked over to Richie's house and rang his doorbell.  She shakily rubbed her forearm as she looked down at her feet. It took a while to realize that there was a purple bruise on her wrist. She heard footsteps coming from the staircase before Richie opened the door. "Hey, Chris", he said. "Hey", she said somberly as her voice shook. He gave her a concerned look as he noticed her blotchy red face that was stained with tears. "Jesus, are you ok? what happened?", he asked. She couldn't bring herself to tell him about getting attacked by Greta and Sally in the alleyway-or what looked like Greta and Sally. Whatever it was, it certainly wasn't them. "Nothing", she sniffed. "Just...can I come in?".

"Yeah, sure"

She walked in to the Tozier household and he closed the door. It was a simple looking house with a navy blue floral couch and chair, family photos framed on wood paneled walls, and a glass coffee table sitting the middle of the living room. "Are your parents home?", she asked. "No, they're both playing poker with some friends", he replied. All Chris could do was sit on the couch and stare off in to space She felt chills all over body, thinking about the strange attack and the image of Greta and Sally's grey monstrous faces remained embedded in her mind. Greta's last words to her still rang in her head.

Come join the circus, Christina. You'll float too

Christina was a given name that had been used for the wrong reasons. It was a name that was used by Chris' father whenever he yelled at her in one of his drunken rages. It was also a name used by elementary school bullies that would pick on her during recess. She never thought that she would hear that name used once again. Richie sat beside her with a concerned look etched on his face. "Chris, whatever happened, you can tell me", he said softly. "I don't know if I'm ready to tell you yet", she spoke in a low voice. "Ok", he slowly nodded. Then, she felt tears once again stream down her face. She was angry at herself for letting herself cry this much. It was the most she'd cried since she was younger, which was the 2nd move. Since then, she'd learned to bottle up her emotions and toughen up in front of people, including Gwen and Lizzie. Richie was never the best at comforting a crying person, knowing that it would just result in him making an inappropriate joke. At the same time, however, he personally hurt him to see her break down. Then, he wrapped his arm around her.  She rested her head on his shoulder. He brought her closer in to his embrace as his shoulder became wet with tears. 

Author's Note: I'm personally not too proud of this chapter because I suck at writing insults. Also, I kind of find Richie's "Unsolved Mysteries" line funny since Bill Hader had mentioned before that he likes true crime shows.