The Quiet Girl | Stanley Uris x Reader

neibolt

the song above reminds me of this chapter ^^
warning - suicide
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Y/N'S POV

The blood was lining the bathroom as I watched the man bleed out in his bathtub. The blood curdling screams of the woman on the other side of the door were making my ears bleed.

The sight of seven friends laughing around a table of food made my mouth turn into a smile but the blood was still on my mind.

Listening to the conversations these people had were almost exactly like the ones my friends had. Wait, these people.

They are my friends.

Stanley. I looked at my hands and saw his blood covering my hands. I shut my eyes tightly wishing it would all go away but as soon as I opened my eyes, the blood was surrounding me and it was rising. I tried to scream but no noise came out. I was gonna die.

My friends were gonna die.

My friends.

Please, no.

I woke with seven bodies standing over mine, all with worried eyes. Except for Eddie of course, who was standing up straight fiddling with his inhaler.

Looking down at my hands I let out a deep breath before I looked back at my friends.

I couldn't stand to look any of them in the eyes. I had to, we had to survive.

I looked at Stanley and smashed my lips against his which cause the whispers the others had to stop. He kissed me back and I felt at home but then I remembered what would happen 27 years later...

I flinched away from Stanley and he looked heartbroken but I couldn't look him in the eyes without seeing his blood everywhere.

"W-W-We are g-going t-t-t-to neibolt now, if you w-w-wanna g-go," Bill said glancing at Stanley before meeting my eyes.

"Fine, let's go." Everyone looked at me like I just got up and flew away.

"What?" I said, standing up before falling into Richie, which got me glares from Eddie. He put his arm around my waist to keep me up and that earned glares from Stanley.

"You didn't fucking stutter when you said that." Richie shouted, which caused me to flinch.

"Oh, I guess, when I saw.." My voice went softer but I didn't finish my sentence before looking up and meeting Stanley's eyes again.

"Let's just go." I said before walking out, Richie releasing his grip from around my waist.

TIME SKIP

"Why don't we measure straws?" Ben suggested after Bill did his huge speech.
We all agreed and picked up dead grass from the ground and each took turns to pull a piece of grass.

Richie, Eddie, Bill, and I all pulled the shortest straws. I swallowed the lump in my throat.

I walked up the stairs of the house, new confidence surging in my veins.

Everything was wearing away, the furniture that was left was ripped up or covered in sheets. Dust and cobwebs were everywhere and it smelled like somebody died here.

I ignored everything the boys were saying to each other and wondered around the open room. I heard yelling and what seemed to be Richie? Hyperventilating. Then screams from upstairs.

I watched the boys walk towards the screaming and I turned towards the room where Richie found the missing paper that fell on the ground a few feet from my body.

As I approached the room, I saw six bodies surrounding a bloody bathtub with a dead Stanley inside. It wasn't adult Stanley inside, it was the Stanley I was falling in love with.

"Hello, Y/N," Stanley said, blood still pouring out from his wrists.

My breath hitched as he said my name. I turned my head to look away from him to only meet my eyes with the rest of the dead losers. All dead in their own ways.

Beverly, beaten to death. Bruises covering her body.

Mike, face beaten in and bones all broken.

Richie, bloody nose, bruised eyes, and water leaking out of his mouth.

Eddie, a huge wound on his stomach like he was stabbed.. but his face looked diseased.

Bill, hands covered in glass shards and a huge smile stabbed out on his face.

Ben, lungs filled with dirt, no helping him.

"Shut up, just shut up." I said trying not look at any of them.

"Y/N, come on." Stanley said, looking at me. He started to stand up, his wrists still bleeding. He crawled out of the bathtub and made his way over to me. He grabbed my face with his hands forcing me to look at him.

This isn't Stanley.

He smashed his lips onto mine and I tried to push him off but he pulled me closer to his body. I heard a large crash from another room.

"Stop!" I yelled which almost threw the dead Stanley off.

He grabbed my wrists as I tried to run off, pulling me back to his body. I kicked him in the shins which made him cower over in pain.

"I'm sorry." I whispered softly, before running off.

I ran to the other room finding Eddie unconscious in the center of a table snapped in half.
I grabbed his arm but made him flinch even while he was passed out. He woke up gasping staring behind me before pointing with his other hand.

"The clown." He whispered pulling me down next to his good side.

I stared the clown in the eyes as his face was inches from mine. His breath was hot and rotten, it was disgusting.

"Tasty, tasty, beautiful fear. Time to float..." The clown said holding our throats against the table.

Eddie was screaming, trashing around, obviously trying to breath and it was failing.

"The only problem," I choked out barely being able to breath, "I-I'm not scared of you."

The clown stumbled back then looked at Eddie who was reaching for his inhaler which wasn't there.

"But he is." The clown laughed crazily.

He started walking towards Eddie when Beverly ran in and stabbed it with something.

"Get Eddie!" Ben yelled at Richie and turned to Stanley, "Stan, get Y/N!"

"Y/N, come on," Stanley said picking me up by the waist.

"Get the hell off of me!" I yelled which caused everyone to go silent.
"You son of a bitch, don't fucking touch me."

"Y/N, what are you talking about?" Stanley whispered to me but it was loud enough for everyone else to hear.

"We have to go!" Beverly yelled suddenly.

We ran off, but the clown started moving towards us. It lashed at us and then turned around and disappeared. The demonic laugh leaving a demonic laugh echoing through the house. Blood started spreading through Ben's stomach was slashed up and I tried to move towards him but I collapsed. I didn't even know I was just as cut up as Ben was.

This was how he was supposed to die.

hii everyone!! i am back and this was really fun to write! also thank you all so much for almost 6k reads! love you all xx
i slightly rewrote this one so yeah !!