it’s kind of like he’s nearly forgotten something, that there’s this thing and it’s just on the tip of his tongue and that sooner or later it’ll come to him again. it’s kind of a lot like that, except there’s a hard something else in his chest that screams at him and it’s telling him he can’t forget and that he has to keep it in the front of his mind now, and at all times. it tells him that if he lets it go, something terrible will happen. he can’t quite kick the feeling that it will be a horrible and sinister thing that he cannot even begin to imagine, and yet, for the life of him, he can’t quite form a picture of it to hold. the second eddie kasprzak moved out of derry and into blithe hollow and met this boy, the one who won’t quite talk much about anything -- norman, he told him his name was (he told him that much) -- the picture starter to get a little bit clearer for a moment. that being here, how this place was nearly like derry in all the worst ways, that the danger he remembers feeling (but can’t quite remember why he felt it) when he was back home was lurking somewhere here, that he couldn’t ever really run away from things like this.
‘i don’t like this. not one bit, norman.’
eddie bites his tongue. over and over some smart instinct in him that he didn’t quite understand had told him to shy away, to stay at home (the new home that feels itchy and mostly off by a few degrees, where his mother who also doesn’t quite feel right anymore is). he ignored it. he followed norman anyhow, and the results that follow are nothing but his own fault. he would mind entirely had the situation not made the thing he’s trying to remember with his whole heart feel a little less blurry. he needs to see it one last time so he can brand it into his skull and never wonder again.
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