Forever a L.O.S.E.R. (Loser's Club x Reader)

~Chapter 9 Part 1~

Y/N's P.O.V

🎶Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes,

There beneath the blue suburban skies I sit, and meanwhile back 

In Penny Lane there is a fireman with an hourglass

And in his pocket is a portrait of the Queen

He likes to keep his fire engine clean

It's a clean machine🎶

Penny Lane by the Beatles. Now this, this was my favorite song. It didn't matter where I was. The park, the beach, my bedroom, or at school. It didn't matter what was going on in my life. A fun day at the quarry with the boys, my parent's death, or being hunted by a shapeshifting demon clown that ate children. This song made me feel happy, full of joy, excited, or whatever else you want to call it. In other words, this song made me feel like, me. This song was what I needed right now. All I needed was love from that amazing song. I wanted it. But I couldn't have it. And I didn't deserve it.

I tried to see where I was going by squinting my eyes, as more tears streamed down my face. I'm such a fucking wussy. What is wrong with me? I couldn't answer that. I don't think anyone could. I could feel my heart thumping inside of my chest as I choked on air. Only a few more minutes of this hell I thought. I watched as the Franklin street sign came into view from around the corner. I raced to the house with the neon green door and dropped down my bike. Or should I say, Richie's bike. God is he going to be so angry with me. I ran to the front doors and wobbled my hands trying to get the keys out of my pocket. I finally got the door open and I ran inside. I looked around the kitchen.

"Maggie? Maggie!? MAGGIE" I yelled around the house, getting louder and louder each time. I was desperate for some comfort from someone. No one. Typical. I mean, I didn't deserve anyone right now. It was my fault I was feeling like complete and utter shit. I raced up the stairs and into my room, locking the door behind me. I let out a sigh of relief and plopped down onto my bed. I had finally calmed down and wiped all of the tears from my cheeks. You could only tell I was crying from my puffy eyes and red cheeks. I stared at the ceiling. Why was I even crying?

Why was I even crying?

I shouldn't be the one crying. It should be Beverly or Stan or Eddie or Richie or Ben or Bill. Okay so anyone but me. What am I saying, Bill doesn't cry. He's brave. Something I wish that I could be right now. Especially right now. I mean come on, I had poured all of my problems onto Stan and had made him keep my biggest secret. I had totally snapped on Bev and than acted like nothing had happened. I had used Eddie so that Bill would be jealous. And Bill, I'm so sorry Bill. I've been nothing but a jealous stuck up bitch to you since I got here. I guess it's true what they say: Love does make you do crazy things. Wait, what did I just say? Love? Was I in love with Bill? Before I could even answer that question, I felt a sharp burning feeling from the back of my neck. I winced in pain and touched the back of my neck gently. That's when last night's memories suddenly rushed back into my head all at once.

I had woken up when a cold liquid dripped onto my head. I lifted my head up off the ground and looked around. It took a second for my eyes to adjust because it was dark. Totally and completely dark. Oh wait, there we go. I can see now. I stood up, almost falling over due to a faint dizziness feeling. And the smell, oh god the smell was the most disgusting thing I had ever smelled. It smelled a little bit like, what did Eddie call it? Greywater? Yeah, it smelled like greywater. To the right of me, was what looked like three entrances, or exits. To the left, there was- I don't even know. It looked like the biggest pile of anything that I had ever seen and it was filled with toys and clothes and other things that belonged to children. Ok, this was a seriously weird hoarder. And in front of me was a big silver door. Now that is weird. That's when I looked up and saw them. ALL of them. Children, all different ages, races, religions, and body sizes. Some boys, some girls, some with long hair and some with short hair. The only thing that they had in common was that they were all floating. That's right, floating. Ok so maybe not a hoarder. More like murderer. I started to hyperventilate and my palms started to sweat like crazy. I looked over at the exits and was contemplating which one to take, when I heard music. Not good music like the Beatles. No, this music was childish. Almost, creepy. Pop goes the Weasel? I think that's what it was. Suddenly, a booming voice came over a speaker system attached to a little cart.