Her shadow cast a spell on the town of Derry. Like a blanket, suffocating the people within. The mysteries surrounding her disappearance were the unspoken scars of the small town in Maine. It was just that, a mystery. Nothing more. Nothing less.
The street she once played on as a kid was haunted. No children were safe after what happened to her. It was like one of those movies you see on television, those strange scenarios where kids just vanish into thin air and theyâre never seen again. You never think that youâll be affected by a tragedy like that, until it happens to you. Until you live through it. Until it changes the very foundations of who you are as a person.
Y/N Y/L/N was kidnaped when she was just shy of turning 13.
That was 4 years ago.
She hasnât been seen since.
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At first, Richie found it hard. He found the fact that you werenât there to hug him anymore especially difficult. You gave the best hugs. It hit him like a ton of bricks to the chest when the police officers showed up at his house that day. It hurt even more when he found out that he was the last person to see you alive. Alive.
He thought you were dead. They all did.
Stan would take flowers to your house every year on your birthday for your parents. They loved the fact that your friends always made a point to go out of their way to say hello if they saw them in town. They never avoided your parents. It wasnât taboo. Everyone in town was well aware of what had happened. What they werenât aware of, was what happened that day. The day that you were taken.
However, life had moved on. The losers club parted ways after you vanished, all of them grieving in their own ways.
Bill got into sports, using all of his assertiveness and leadership skills to become captain of most of the schools sports teams. Eddie was studying, planning on going to medical school in Connecticut. Mike was working on the farm, learning the ropes of how to become a self sufficient business man. Ben was winning awards for his poetry. Stanley was floreshing in a new friendship group, coming out of his shell and embracing his sarcasm and wit. Beverly and Richie had become more popular, people flocking to hang out with the cool kids who skip class to smoke.
Truth be told, Richie was the only one who pretended like what happened to you, didnât even happen at all. He barely spoke about you, avoiding your name at all costs. You were his deepest would. The thought of you was unbearable to him. The pain alone could kill him. He put on this tough facade in front of everyone, but behind it all, he was crushed.
Praying that one day soon, they would have answered questions.
He didnât know how soon his prayers would be answered. Derry wasnât prepared for what happened on the 6th of June, 1994.
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The day started like any other. All of the kids were at school, people were living their life. The day continued on normally, as any other day did.
Richie and the Losers were celebrating. Bill got told that he was officially going to college on a full ride scholarship for baseball, so there was a big celebration for the friends and family at his house. Everyone was gathered around in the living room while Mr and Mrs Denborough were sharing how proud they were of their son.
The phone rung in the background during the middle of the speech, everyone was happy and smiley, the former losers club standing front and center to support their friend. Bills grandma went to answer the phone and she came back a few moments later.
âSharon sweetie, some lady called and she was talking about how they found someone.â Her voice soft, trying not to cause any disturbance.
The room fell silent, everyone trying to make sense of the cryptic message.
âWho was it?â Sharon Denbrough asked.
âMrs Y/L/N.â
There was an audible gasp from the crowd. Well the losers stood there speechless, trying to comprehend what was happening, Mr Denbrough turned the T.V on.
The voice of the female news anchor took over the crowdâs attention.
âThank you John. A young woman who was injured in a car accident just outside of Augusta has been confirmed as Y/N Y/L/N who disappeared from Derry, four years ago. While questioning continues about the young girls whereabouts, she has been reunited with her parents. Police urge anyone with anyone with any information about the case to please contact-â
The T.V turned off. Bill grabbed his keys and he was running out the door, shortly followed by the rest of the group. Everyone was in a mad dash, none of them knowing where they were actually going until they got into the car.
Bill tried to put the keys into the ignition, but it was failing miserably. He was shaking too much.
âOkay, where are we going?â Bev spoke out, asking the obvious question.
Silence.
âTo Y/Nâs house?â Ben suggested, looking around the group.
âWe canât just show up at her house guys, theyâve only just found out about her.â Stan rationalises, trying to make everyone conscience of the fact that your parents would probably want to spend some time with you.
Bill took the keys out of the ignition.
âStanâs right.â Bill added.
âTo fuck with what Stan says! We havenât seen her in four fucking years and you guys are still willing to wait?!?â Richie exaggerates, clearly filled with emotions.
He hesitates, realising that he shouldnât come on too strong.
Richie has changed, and he wasnât going to change back to who he was anytime soon. The dorky kid with the thick glasses was gone. A memory.
âLetâs all go home and go to bed, try to get a good nights rest and tomorrow weâll call Mr and Mrs Y/L/N and weâll ask what they think is the most appropriate thing to do in the given situation.â Mike says, looking at the rest of the teens firmly. When he means business, he means business. No more games.
They all had made a plan to meet at Bens house in the morning, and with that they all left to their respective residents.
None of them slept that night.
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The morning had greeted the residents of Derry. The gossip had spread like wildfire, the residents all completely shocked to hear that you were found alive. Alive and somewhat well. Nobody could of knew what had really happened.
The group had all met at Bens house, each one of them arriving with droopy eyes due to lack of sleep. Everyone was there, except for Richie.
âWhere is he?â Beverly grew impatient.
Bill looks at Eddie.
âHeâs not coming. He said he isnât ready.â Eddie relays what Richie had said to him earlier that morning.
For once, nobody cared. Everyone was too focused on the topic at hand.
âSo, I spoke to her parents last night.â
Mike began, before getting interrupted by Bill.
âWe said we were going to call them together?â Bill argued, referring to the deal they made the night before.
âThey called me. They told me that she was talking about us.â He carried on, completely disregarding Bills attitude.
âAnd?â Stan was growing impatient.
The air had grown thicker. Like a fog had somehow made its way into the room.
The sound of footsteps grew closer to the losers, opening the door carefully you look out into the group of strangers that you once called your closest friends.
The cast on your arm was held up in a sling, the cuts and bruises on your face still fresh. The pain in your chest from the anxiety was worse than the pain from the accident. That was the truth.
The losers looked at you for a moment, none of them realising who you were. Mike signaled for you to come closer. And thatâs when it clicked.
Eddies mouth fell open. Tears were falling out of Bills eyes, Beverly was wide eyed. All of them had a different emotion. All of them were feeling how you felt.
âY/N?â Eddie questioned, walking closer to you.
You took a few steps back, trying to keep a safe distance from everyone for the time being.
You didnât say anything, you just stared at them. You noticed that Richie wasnât there. Why wasnât he ready?
âHey guys.â You quietly spoke, voice cracking.
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