(Short)
The New York rain was hitting the window as the trees were whistling outside. My brain was almost in a trance as I continued with my painting. This painting wasn't like my others this one was of a quarry, the cliff a light shade of brown while the water was a greenish blue mix. Which my mom, best friend, and I would find funny due to my aquaphobia. Then out of no where my phone begun to ring.
"Hello" I said in a sleep deprived voice
"Y/n? This is Mike." The voice says
"Mike who? I know plenty of Mikes." I tell him
"Mike Hanlon from Derry."
"Mike? MIKE! Oh my god how are you, it's been so long." I say happily
"I need you to come back." He says in a stern voice
I didn't know for what but I knew that this was important.
"Alright I'll see you tomorrow." I say before hanging up
I rushed over to my closet and begun to pack. I threw in my sweaters and short sleeves, bundled my pants together and closed the case with a light click. I went back into my room and flicked the side lamp on in order to see better, I sat down at my bed to get my Escitalopram and Sertralinr from my bedside table. While I was doing that I glanced at one of my family picture and slowly picked it up and then remembered.
This isn't my real mom
Slut
Whore
Bitch
It's your fault he's dead
I closed my eyes and took in a deep breath.
If there's any problem I want you to run to me
I opened my eyes again and made my way out the door. Rain was running down my hair and wetting my pyjama shirt as I called a taxi. I got it and leaned against my suitcase.
"Where are you going?" The driver asked me
"The airport. I need to meet someone again." I tell him
He nods and starts the taxi.
Derry here I come
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So Maybe It's Still Like That (Bill Denbrough x Reader Book 2)
Fanfiction27 years since Derry Y/N L/N is now a well known painter using the dreams she has as inspiration. One night she gets a call which sends her down a path that hasn't been in her memory since 1989. It turns out that more than just her memories came bac...
