Angel's End / reddie ghost au

Twenty Two - Help

Healing?

Eddie felt like Richie's pain was slowly healing. But very very slowly.
Eddie couldn't blame him, what he did was beyond forgiveness and the fact Richie was still willing to let him in showed there was still some hope for the both of them.

Eddie was going to make it up to Richie. He just wasn't sure how.

The two boys would speak to each other every now and then but the conversation was brief and bland. In fact it could barley be classed as conversation. It was usually just Eddie asking Richie if he was okay. Which was a stupid question to ask anyway.

The atmosphere in the room felt so abruptly different to before. Before it was a comfortable, cheerful and now it felt gloomy and awkward.

Eddie just needed to figure out a way to get Richie to Connor. It seemed impossible. They'd have to wait at least a year before they could leave again and by then Richie would probably have lost his faith in Eddie.

Eddie's thought process was interrupted by the turning of the bedroom door handle.

Hesitantly, a curly haired boy entered.

Stanley had done his best at avoiding Richie and Eddie's room. It gave him the creeps knowing it was haunted and he also hated it because it was were Judith was kept.

Stanley tiptoed in, like he thought the two ghost boys wouldn't be able to hear him. They could.

He went over to one of the several discarded boxes Eddie's room had become a junk room for. He started rifling through the contents, looking for something.

It was clear to Eddie that the curly haired boy was uncomfortable being in the room. Stan was scared of the unknown and things that couldn't be explained with logic.

That's when Eddie had an idea. A stupid, far-fetched idea but an idea none the less.

Eddie momentarily glanced over at Richie. Reminding himself why he was about to do what he was going to.
Richie lay on the bed, facing the wall. He seemed oblivious, too caught up in his thoughts, to notice that Stan had entered.

"Okay," Eddie whispered to himself, praying that what he was about to do was going to work.

Eddie focused his mind. Focusing on his raw emotions, in this moment he felt overpowered with undeniable guilt, so he harnessed it. He was becoming better at this, better at harnessing raw energy from his more dramatic emotions.

He concentrated so hard, squinting his eyes.

Eddie suddenly lurched forwards, sprinting towards the bedroom door.

The small boy slammed his body against the wooden doorframe. The energy he had created ricochetting through his body and into the door, causing the door to slam shut with an abrupt bang.

Stanley jumped into the air in alarm, he swung around towards the door in fright. Stunned and afraid to see no one there. He maroon eyes were wide.

For a millisecond, Eddie's mind celebrated, impressed that it had worked, but then it soon switched back into concentration mode.

Eddie focused even harder. To the point he felt his head might explode.

Stanley stood alerted, looking around. He stood in front of Eddie's desk chair, giving the small ghost boy an idea.

Eddie lurched forwards again, this time not towards the door but towards Stan.
Eddie reached his hands out and rammed them into Stanley's shoulders, causing the tall, curly haired boy to topple backwards into the chair. Fear contorted on his face.
Stanley let out a surprised 'yelp' as he fell back.

Eddie than spun the chair around slightly so that Stanley now faced his desk.

The small boy didn't have time to stop and appreciate how afraid Stanley was as he had to focus on the task at hand.

Eddie's old notebook sat in its uniform place as it did when Eddie was alive. It was the same notebook Eddie had used to talk to Richie for the first time using the Ouija Board.

Eddie stood beside Stan, who was scared stiff.
Aggressively, Eddie slammed the notebook open, flipping it to a clean page.

Stan watched in horror as the notebook opened by itself and the pen beside it floated up into the air.
The floating pen began to write onto the paper.
The sight was so surreal and haunting Stanley couldn't comprehend what was happening.
This made no logical sense! The pen was moving on it's fucking own!

Stanley watched as the page became filled with Eddie's scribbly handwriting. He waited to catch his breath before daring to read the words.

Eddie finally put the pen down and he fell back in exhaustion. He felt like every ounce of energy had been sucked from his body and he was now an empty shell. But he had done it.

The first stage of his plan.
Now he just had to sit back and hope this Stanley boy he barley knew wouldn't fuck things up.

Yep that's how flawless his plan was. Not flawless at all.

Stanley leaned forwards slightly, examining the lines of black ink.

He read them over and over, trying to make sense of the words.

"Get Connor Bowers Here!
Get Connor. B here.
Sorry for scare.
Bring C.B
Tell Bev."

"What the.. what the fuck!?" Stanley whispered.

Eddie lay, helplessly watching.

"Please take it, please take it." Eddie whispered even though Stanley couldn't hear him.

Stanley grimaced. Conflict in his eyes. He reached forwards and shut the notebook. He sighed and picked it up.

"Yesssss!" Eddie hissed, still panting from loosing his energy.

Stanley briskly headed for the door, not looking back once. He cradled the book in his arm.

All Eddie could do now was hope Stanley would do the right thing.

                             ***

Stanley hurried downstairs, passing his mother in the kitchen.

"Whatcha got there Stan?" She asked eyeing the notebook.

Stanley didn't say anything, he just walked past her like she wasn't there. Inside he felt panicked but on the outside he looked deadpan with his eyes glassed over.

Stanley reached for the phone that was mounted on the wall.
He took it and balanced it under his chin as he punched in the numbers on the red acrylic surface.

He waited, adjusting it by his ear, he could here the beep down the line.

Click

"Hello?"

"B-Beverly is that you?"

"Yeah. Who's speaking?"

"It's me... Stan.... something fucking messed up just happened... and- and I think I need your help."