bill had always been stubborn, a natural born leader with a mission that none other could always seem to understand. you respected that, respected the need for justice and the need to find answers to the questions that some didn’t bother to ask. you could have perhaps found it in yourself to respect a sacrifice such as this but no, the thought alone weighed heavy on your conscious. there was too much to be lost within that one boy, too much potential to be given to the likes of a monstrous clown than to be used on perhaps getting out of a town that had condemned them all to this. unacceptable. with shaky legs, you stagger forward - approaching bill with a sullen look.
“it’s not the time to play hero, bill. this isn’t the time to wave your tin sword. we aren’t little kids anymore.” there had been no more time for jokes, tone serious and low - a sense of memory to simpler times spent running through the streets with fake swords and hats as if you were kings leading a revolution. oh , but were you not leading one now? a revolution of some sort, the destruction of the thing that had spent too long under the streets of derry and in the minds of boys and girls? yes. a revolution indeed.
“there is no future for me, you idiot. get out of here! go have a chance at life. it’s time to put up or shut up, clown boy!” you urge closer to the clown, pushing billy out of the way with no care in the world. your mind had been made.
TONGUE tied. coherence a forgotten concept. he cannot speak. now when he needed to the most. " ruh-ruh-richie p-p-puh-please ." blues water, tears streaming in rivers down dirty cheeks. " dun-don't do th-th-this ."
gone is his sense of location. the sewers, hardly a blip on his radar. all around him too. the clown. the rest of his friends. gone. do not register. all he sees. hears. is his best friend. richie. & he's loosing him. another loved one lost to ' it '. was life really that cruel of a joke? the punchline being that the denbrough boy was forced to loose everyone he held dear to this cursed town. one after another. how could he stand it? eventually the boy would loose his mind. seemed almost inevitable.
bill took the push, letting it take him a few steps back. only to return & regain those that were lost. never learned. just when to pick his fights. he swallowed trying to dislodge the lump that had grown in his throat. felt like he was suffocating, more so when ' it ' had him. this is what was truly stealing precious air.
" oh like i d-d-do ." a furious shake of his head. " nuh-no-no one wuld-would nuh-notice i'm g-gone ." sad truth. he wouldn't be missed. " puh-please ruh-richie, save yourself for me ."
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