Random Imagines

Richie Tozier//Hateful

TRIGGER WARNING-CUTTING

I sat alone in my room, like always, getting ready for school. I put on a simple black shirt and blue jean shorts, along with my old beat up Nike's.

I went downstairs to the kitchen, only to see my mom passed out on the couch. I got a blanket and covered her up. Then I left for school. I always walk or ride my bike, but today I decided to just walk.

I saw a group of boys and a girl riding past me on their bikes.

I wish I had friends to ride bikes with. Maybe it would be more fun that way.

"Hey look! It's y/l/n! Glad you're walking to school, fatty!" One of the boys, Richie Tozier laughed at me. I squeezed my hands around the straps of my backpack as I kept walking.

"Richie, stop. You're just being rude for no reason." The only girl spoke up and stopped.

"I like your shorts. Do you want me to walk with you?"

"Thanks." I mumbled. "No, I'd rather be alone." I kept walking. It's better to push people away. Especially people who are friends with Richie.

"Tell me, when was the last time you actually showered?" Richie kept insulting me.

"L-last night." I stuttered.

I knew he wasn't going to make fun of me stuttering because he's friends with Bill, and Bill is right there.

"In what? Sewer water?" He laughed. "I'll see you later y/l/n. Maybe try wearing some perfume." He rode off, and all his friends followed awkwardly. They didn't get far before one of them spoke up.

"That was unnecessary, Richie." I think his name is Stanley?

"Whatever." Was all he said.

I kept my head down and kept walking to school, wanting today to already be over.
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At lunch, I always sat by myself. People thought I was a freak because of Richie. He's so mean to me and I don't understand why. I've never done anything to him.

I didn't really feel like eating after his comment earlier, so I didn't get a lunch.

"Awe. I'm glad to see you're finally taking my advice." Richie smiled at me.

"Go away Richard."

"No, I think I'll stay." He sat down.

"Tell me, how come you're always alone?"

"Because of you." I answered plainly.

"Me? What did I ever do?" He asked sarcastically.

"You tease me all the time Richie! You tell everyone that I'm weird, and emotional. Nobody wants to be my friend because you're an asshole."

"If you just put some effort in, you might see different results."

He right. Just a little bit of effort.

He winked at me. "I'll see you later."

After school, I went to the quarry to cry. I can't go home because my mom would just yell at me and tell me to clean the house, or go steal her more beer and cigarettes.

I sat on the edge crying so hard. Why did he have to be mean to me?

I saw a sharp piece of glass on the ground, and I picked it up and slowly sliced into my thigh. It hurt, but that was the point. To feel something. Instead of being sad.

I heard laughing, so I quickly got up and tried to run away, but my leg hurt to much.

"Holy s-shit, are y-you O-okay y/n?" Bill asked me, his friends behind him.

"I-I'm okay bill. Is Richie with you?"

"Not yet. He's coming though. I suggest you get out of here before he does..." Beverly warned me.

"I-I cut my leg on accident. It hurts too much to walk on..."

They all looked at each other.

"I'll stay here and watch for Richie. Bill and Bev, you guys take y/n and get her fixed up like we did with Ben."

"You guys are helping me? But what if Richie finds out?" I pursed my lips.

"He won't. Promise."

They took me to the pharmacy and bought some supplies.

"You didn't do this on accident did you? I saw the glass in your hand..." Bev asked.

I shook my head no. "R-Richie just makes me feel so useless." I started tearing up. "Why is he so hateful to me? I've never done anything to him. Yet he's so mean to me and he calls me names and makes me feel so bad about myself. Why? I don't understand what I did to make him hate me?"

They looked at each other.

"H-he teases p-people he l-likes."

"He doesn't like me. He's made it very clear..."

"What the hell are you guys doing? Why are you helping her?" Richie got off his bike, followed by Stan and Eddie.

"Sorry, he made me tell!" Eddie defended himself.

"It's okay Eddie. I should've have let you guys help me anyway. I'm okay now." I tried standing up and it hurt.

"No. This is on Richie. You made her do this to herself, Richie!" Bev defended me again.

"I didn't make her do shit!" He yelled back.

"You made her feel so useless that she sliced open her own leg just so she could feel something other than sadness! You make her feel like shot every god damn day! And we all just let it happen! I'm not doing that anymore! Just admit that you like her already! That's why you're teasing her isn't it?"

Richie didn't say anything at first.

"I..." he looked me in the eyes. "How could anyone ever like someone who looks like that." He spat.

"Right... he's right guys. I'm so sorry that I ruined your plans. I-I'll pay you back for the supplies when I have the money." Despite the pain shooting through my leg, I started walking away.

"Y/n, wait-" Bev began but I ignored her.

I walked to my house, but I heard whispers from an alley.

"Y/n. Come here." I saw Richie.

"Richie, please leave me alone." I cried.

"Come here." He said sweetly.

I walked over to him, and he kissed me. And I oddly kissed back.

"I'm sorry. I do like you. Come with me, I want to show you something fun." He grabbed my hand and led me to a sewage pipe.

"This isn't fun, Richie. You've bullied me for years, you can't just-"

He cut me off by kissing me again. I liked it. A lot.

When I opened my eyes and pulled away, I didn't see Richie. I saw a clown. A creepy clown with a red balloon next to him. His jaw unhinged like a snake and that was it. There was nothing after that.