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Chapter 17: Clubhouse

^not mine

They stare into each other's eyes for a moment or two, until Richie took himself off him; sitting on the blanket. Eddie got up and sat across from him.

His eyes darted up and down, "Have you ever hurt yourself?" Richie asked.

Eddie looked down, biting his lip nervously.

"Whoa, Wait you.."

He sighed, "I never told anyone Rich, but I tried to kill myself..."

Richie's face softened, his eyes stared to fill up with tears, just waiting to be poured out.

"It was, before I met you. When I was nine.."

"N-nine...?"

"I hated my mother even then, but I could never tell her that. Even at just a young age I, wanted to run away from her." He took a deep breath, "she uhm...she hurt me."

"WHAT?!"

"But I didn't remember too well because I was nine but, she would never let me have any friends. And I was sad all the time because all I wanted was someone to hang out with other than her. One day I saw a kid sitting at the bottom of a slide alone, it was Stan. Me and my mom were just taking a walk, I told her I wanted to say hi to that boy but she said no. I begged her but her answer didn't change, but this was my chance. She rarely brought me out of the house so I had to do something.." He sighed.

"I ran to the him, because I just wanted to make a friend. I was so lonely; we were across the street when it happened. I ran and a car was coming but I managed to make it to the other side, but my mom was scared for her life. I went up to him and I just said hi, he smiled at me. And said hi back, and before I asked if he wanted to by my friend..my mom yanked my arm away from him and slapped me across the face. Telling me if I ever went near someone again she'd hurt me. She just kept on telling me that he was Jewish and liked boys and I shouldn't be around him.."

"A couple months later of being trapped in that fucking house with her, I did not want to live. She introduced pills to me around that time, saying I shouldn't hang out with..boys like him. And I just didn't wanna live then, I didn't think it was true but I wouldn't care anyways. So I just wanted to give up, kill myself. I mean I was fucking nine years old and depressed already because I couldn't have friends. And I was stupid at that age. So there was a time I ran, out of my house, and I didn't stop running. I didn't know where I was going but I just ran for my life, I was at the kissing bridge I think. I don't know, a bridge. But since I was even smaller it was a big jump. But I climbed up on it, until I just stood there. And waited, I don't know why I waited but I did. Then I heard a voice, of a kid, and all he said was "don't do it kid. You'll regret it."

"I-I saw you, with your oversized glasses and blue and white t-shirt."

"Wait, Holy shit, that..that was you."

He smiled, "You said to come talk to you, you'd be my friend. And I just smiled so bright, my cheeks physically hurt. I jumped off and just looked at you."

"Why the hell would you try and do that? You're such an idiot don't do it again. That's what you said, I mean I could already tell you were a little asshole."

"Damn I can barely remember that." Richie laughed. "I...saved you..?"

"You did Richie, and that's when we became friends. And my mom couldn't stop that, because you told your mom what happened and she told the police about it. Even if your mother was drunk and shit, she knew this kid was important to you so.. My mom let me have friends, and then we eventually came friends with Bill and Stan, then we got older. And that's when the losers club was created."