Dear Derry... | | Bill Denbrough

16

Months had passed since the horrific experience of having to take down a demonic clown. Yet we tried not to act phased. But we all knew, we all were.

Now here we were, sitting in a circle talking about what happened. We knew it wouldn't be healthy to keep it in. But we also knew, nobody's would believe us. So we talked it out amongst ourselves.

"I can only remember parts." Beverly started, looking down out my hand on hers.

"But, I thought I was dead, that's what it felt like." She continued, looking around at our group.

Their eyes were all fixated on her. And a look of sympathy and fascination fell on their face.

"I saw us. All of us, together. Back in the system." She said, staring at me as I squeezed her hand.

"But we were older. Like, our parents ages." I looked down at my foot.

"W-w-What were we all doing there?" A voice spoke up. Immediately I recognized it as Bills.

"I just remember how we felt." Beverly stated, I looked over at bill as he locked eyes with me.

I immediately melted into his stare but, looked away as Bevs voice ring out again.

"How scared we were. I don't think I can ever forget that." She said, looking at me, then towards the floor.

I hung my head low, before quick movement caught my eye. I looked up at bill who was staring down at me with something clutched in his hand.

"Swear it," he started, looking away from my gaze as he held up a green piece of glass.

"Swear, if it isn't dead...If it ever comes back, we'll come back too." He said, looking at each of us one by one.

I looked over at Beverly and nodded my head. She stood up and pulled me up with her as the stares switched over to us.

Quickly, everyone else started standing up until no one else was sitting.

I sharply inhaled and grimaced as Bill cut into his hand, and the face he made was worse but we had to promise.

He went around the group, and with each cut I would grimace a little more.

Finally, it was my turn. Bill gently grabbed my hand as he looked into my eyes, I slightly smiled at him and nodded. He nodded back, and we kept our eyes locked at he cut into my hand.

I blinked and it was over. It wasn't bad but it wasn't good either. Bill smiled at me as he took my hand into his own. I grabbed Beverly hands and watched as our blood mixed in with each other.

Seconds later, we let go. I looked at all of the and smiled as a slight breeze flew past us.

After a few moments passed, a voice caught our attention.

"I gotta go." Stan started.

"I hate you." He said, looking directly at Bill. His face was sent into a serious one, but seconds later a smile broke out .

We all smiled and laughed at his attempt at being mad at Bill.

"I'll see you guys later." He said, stepping over the small log he was previously sat on.