Summer-Richie Tozier x Reader

Confession-Chapter 7

I can see him. Georgie. He is sitting in a chair in a room full of doctors' equipment. His arm, it looks... robotic. His arms and legs are all strapped down to the chair. He was crying. A tall man walked in, he was wearing a green uniform. No one can see me but I'm in the room. It's hard to explain but basically, I'm just a ghost. Everything is black except the furniture in the room and there is water on the floor stopping just at my toes. I've been having dreams like this ever since IT stole me and Beverly and we saw the lights. I tried calling out to him but he couldn't hear me. "IM HERE! GEORGIE IM RIGHT HERE!"

I awoke to Richie shaking me awake"y/n? Y/n are you okay?!" I felt my face go numb as tears streamed down it like a waterfall.

"I saw him. I saw Georgie!" I started to ramble. "He was in a room with a man. He was crying. He had a fake arm and-and the man scared him but-...but-," I stopped and looked at Richie seriously, "He's alive."

Richie stared at me stunned. "How do you know?"

"Remember when Beverly and I get caught by 'It' and you guys had to save us? And we saw all of us older? We both saw the lights, which means we have...visions I guess and It works best when I focus on something really hard but it has to be quiet and dark. Like when you sleep."

"What does it feel like?" I had to think for a second before answering.

"It feels like a big, black empty room with some water about an inch deep. When I think of someone specific I can see them, like what they are doing at that moment. But I can also think of future them or past them and find memories about them, or memories that I didn't even have yet.

Richie just looked at me in awe. "So...let me get this straight... you and Bev...have POWERS?!?" I gave him a surprised look like he just found out the meaning of life before I realized something.

"We need to talk to Beverly. If I'm having these dreams then she has been too right?"

"Good plan. Hey Bev, have you been having dreams about your boyfriend's dead little brother?" Richie said sarcastically as he pulled up his pants.

"Come on guys, it's going to be dark by the time we get there. It's already Nine!" We heard Ben yell from outside the door. We quickly grabbed all of our stuff and left the room.

Everyone got in the car except for Bev and me. I pulled her aside just like she'd always done to me.

"Beverly I need to ask you something."

"Oh sorry, I didn't know the bed would have been that loud." She said rubbing the back of her head.

"What? Oh! Ew...no. Not that. Something else. Have you been having those dreams again? You know the visions." We've talked about it before after the fight with pennywise.

We both saw everyone all grown up and talked about it before we swore. Sometimes we would have dreams about things that didn't happen yet like once Beverly saw her self in her wedding dress one night I had a sleepover with her. Those are the good dreams or visions, but most of the time, they're bad. I dreamt one night about how everyone died. It was bad and really scary the only one who knows is Beverly but she told me never to tell her how we die because it would mess up time or some hippie shit. It's like a connection Beverly and I share.

"Every once in a while. I've been getting some not so good ones lately...Why?"

"Because I've been having some, about Georgie, but don't tell Bill. Please. We don't want him to experience that loss again if we are wrong. I dreamt that he's still alive."

"Y/n, these visions are always right. We need to tell him."

"I understand but maybe it was a past him and now he definitely dead...just keep it between me, you and Rich. Okay?" She thought for a second before looking at Bill as he waved at her.

"Ok, I'll try but you better tell him soon."

~time skip~

We had about 4 hours left of our trip and everyone decided they were hungry.

"Richie why not waffle house? Remember the library? Maybe we can find something there." I suggested.

"Good idea, follow the killer clown into a diner...why not." He mumbled under his breath, turning into the restaurant.

We all walked inside and sat down at an empty table. A waitress came up to us. She was about our age and had a yellow dress and big, pearl earrings.

"Hi, y'all find out what drinks you want yet?" She asked bringing her pen to a small, black notepad.

"Yes ma'am, " I replied, "Can we have two iced teas, two glasses of water with ice, one lemonade, and one coffee?"

"Right away." She said smiling as she walked to the other side of the diner.

"Bill I need to tell you something. I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner but I had to make sure it was real."

"What are you t-t-talking about?" He asked just as confused as Stanley, Mike, and Eddie.

"I saw...Georgie. In my visions...He's alive." Everything went silent. Bill's eyes started to tear up.

"Ok! I've got your drinks!"

"Oh thank you." Beverly said quietly.

~time skip~

"So you're telling me I'm a comedian?!" Richie said as he took his last bite of hash browns. The whole group giggled.

"Yeah, yeah, and a good one with that."

"Wow thanks, babe." He said smiling as he kissed the middle of my forehead.

"Yeah Beverly is a fashion designer,  Ben is an architect, Bill is a writer who sucks at endings, Mike's a librarian, Stanley is a-" I had to stop myself before I said the wrong thing. "He... wa- IS...an accountant... and Eddie has the dumbest job in the world." I say laughing.

"Really? Wait I'm not a doctor."

"No, you a risk analyst..."

"What does that entail?"

"Well that means you-" Richie pretended to sleep and snore loud enough so I stop talking about Eddie's boring ass job.

"Fuck you dude. fuck. You!" Eddie said turning a bright red.

"What that job invented before fun?" Richie asked.

"Oh, that's so not funny!"

"It is funny."We all laughed and split the check then walked out the door.

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