Eleven: Just think of things that make you happy? What makes you happy?

Eddie: My friends, um movies, games, ice cream, oh and rich-

I shut my eyes. Tight too. I just feel so bad.

Eddie: And Richie.

Eleven: ok now just close your eyes, this will be over soon.

Suddenly there is no more emotion in Eddies face. He looks like he's dead.

Eleven: *inhales* this is my least favorite part.

Me and Katie look at each other and then at Eddie.

Eleven: I see something.

I look at eleven. Her lips are relaxed and shoulders are down.

Eleven: I see a class room. School?

Richie: Is there anyone there?

Eleven: A boy. A small boy. With brown hair and brown eyes. I'm in an art class.

Richie: Is he alone?

Eleven: yes.

I look down at my knees, I see the scar on my knee due to the rip in my baggy jeans.

Eleven: Another boy just came in.

My head shoots up.

Eleven: He had curly hair and big glasses. He is wearing a shirt that says dons pizza.

Richie: It's me and Eddie.

Elevens POV

The two young boys sit at the art table. I'd say their both around 8 or 9. Younger Richie had a big bloody gash on his knee with a bandage covering it.

(Young) Eddie: I'm sorry. I didn't mean to.

(Young) Richie: yeah but at least I now have a cool nickname for you.

(Young) Eddie: And what is that?

(Young) Richie: Eddie spaghetti.

(Young) Eddie: if you call me that I will murder you.

Richie laughs and then gets up and so does Eddie. I hear something behind me. I turn around. Suddenly I'm in an office thingy. A room.

Eleven: I am in a office thing

There is a desk and three chairs. The door to the room swings open. A tall skinny woman walks in along with a wide woman and a little boy. Even smaller than Eddie from before.

Eleven: I see Eddie.

They all sit down. The skinny woman starts talking. She is a therapist woman. A doctor. A physiologist. She says Eddie has something. I can't understand what she's saying because of yelling. Yelling so loud, I turn around and suddenly I'm in an alley. It's empty. But then a little bit older Eddie is walking down it. He has his inhaler in one hand and a book in the other. Out of no where, a taller boy comes from behind him and pushes him to the ground.

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