Bill x reader

"Help!!"

"I'm gonna go outside." I say, walking away Incase I vomit.

Sitting down on the steps I put my head in my hands.

Claire. My little sister. What if Bens right and that clown took her. She was probably scared out of her mind. And the clown I thought I saw in the picture, that's definitely him.

Suddenly I hear a child crying over in the alleyway so I decide to go take a look.

I hop over the garbage cans and into the dark alley.

"Hello?" I ask.

Nothing. Must have been my mind.

I can hear Bill calling for me passed the garbage cans. So I try to hop over them again but the walls start forming together blocking my way.

What the heck!

"Help!!" I scream in panic as the wall closes off the exit.

"Help!!!" I scream again.

I can hear the boys outside of the closed wall.

Eddie is yelling and cursing about how crazy this is. And Bill is banging on the wall thinking it will let me out.

"Y-y/n listen to me." Bill says from outside the wall "Try to stay c-calm."

"Ya.." I say trying to calm myself down.

But when I spin around to look for any exits I come face to face with the clown.

I scream at the top of my lungs as it knocks me to the ground.

It laughs evilly "You scream like your sister."

"Let her g-go!" Bill pleads from outside.

It laughs again staring down at me.

"Why Claire. And Georgie."

"A clown has to eat." the walls start flooding with dark dirty water.

"No. No. No! NO!" I stand up and tremble to the wall.

The clown is gone but the alley keeps flooding. Tears poor down my face as the water rises up.

I can hear Bill screaming to let me out.

I try to climb a couple bricks slightly father out in the wall. I struggle to climb, the skin on my hand tearing, but I do until my foot slips and I know my ankles sprained as I fall into the water.

I try to swim to the top as a ceiling appears above me. I'm gonna drowned.

"Help!" I scream, water splashing into my lungs.

I go under the water for second and see dead body's floating at the bottom.

I pop my head back up in terror.

"Please no." I cry.

My chest pounds at the thought of the water rising all the way.

I can still hear the boys panicked screams from outside as the alley is almost full of water.

I swallow so much water my lungs ache. Eventually I stop fighting and just close my eyes begging for it to stop.

And when I open them the water pours out of the back alley fiercely. I fall down to ground and curl into a ball, my ankle aches, my lungs hurt, and my hands burn.

Bill runs over to me and holds me to his chest.

"I won't e-ever let you go a-again

I cry into his chest as he holds me. I don't want to ever see that thing again.

The weird part is it's like nobody else walking the streets saw anything. Like only we saw it.

Mike crouches down to my ankle and when he touches it I squeeze Bills shoulder.

"W-What's wrong?" Bill asks when Mike clenches his teeth.

"Her ankle is definitely broken."

"All I did was slip." I whisper.

"Well. Did you try to swim with it?" Eddie asks looking at all the water, that only we see, flooding the grass.

I nod in pain.

"It's broken." Eddie says.

Later

After I go into the doctor they tell me exactly what Mike said they'd tell me.

Now I'm in a cast.

I sit on the back of Bills bike as we head to his house.

Ben and Stanley have gone home and the rest of us are going there for lunch.

I stare blankly at my cast. The clown, can do anything. And now I know for a fact he took, ate, my sister.

My ankle still aches. Luckily they said it may be healed in 4 weeks instead of 6, since it's not broken super bad.  It sure feels super bad though.

We're dead silent the whole way to his house, nobody knows what to say.

Once we do get to his house his parents are expecting us since Bill had called him on the telephone at the hospital.

Apparently he told them about my ankle too because once I get inside they say they're sorry about my ankle.

We eat sandwiches and soup, it's so good. I wish that the only thought thats running through my mind isn't the clown killing us all.

Bills pov:

I look at y/n's blank stare at her food and I just want to kill that fricking clown.

Seeing her in pain makes me more angry then I've ever been in my life.

All I can do though is try to make her feel better "We c-could all sign it if y-y-you'd like." I offer.

This puts a tiny smile on her face.

Y/n's pov:

Bill walks over to a mug full of pens and markers on the counter.

"What's your f-favorite color?" He asks.

"Blue." I reply with a small grin.

Walking over he signs his name with a heart by it.

The rest sign there names and when I look at my cast I smile. Wide this time.

Looking over to Bill I stare into his eyes. Right now, he's the most important thing in the world to me.