"we're not kids anymore. some things are better better left in the past."
"you're right. but if we leave what happened in the past, we're doomed to repeat it"
{ a bill denbrough story }
[ based off of the 2019 movie "It Chapter Two" ]
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I wish that I could remember everything. I'm so sick and tired of things coming to a blur. Granted, the longer I was in Derry, the more memories started to resurface but, there were still things My still drew a blank on.
As much as I wanted to remember, a small part of me didn't want to. Just the few memories of Pennywise terrified me. How scared would I be if I remembered it all? I can't allow myself to think like that. I can't let me fear get the best of me.
Eddie talked almost the whole way to the library which, of course was no surprise. It was clear he was still freaked out by the whole Henry Bowers incident. He was talking about what happened while Ben tried his best to keep him calm.
"So I went to the bathtub and closed the curtain." Eddie was saying. "That's when I pulled the knife out of my face and stabbed him." He then began to reenact him stabbing Bowers.
"How do you think he got in there?" Beverly asked.
"Who knows. He's fucking crazy." Eddie answered.
"Did he say anything? Or just do that creepy laugh he does?" I ask, shivering at the thought of Bowers' crazy laugh he had when we were at the well all those years ago.
"He kept telling me that it was my time." Eddie said, putting his hands into his pockets as we continued to walk. "Then, I told him to cut that fucking mullet. I mean seriously, who keeps a mullet for thirty years."
Ben, Beverly and I all laughed. "Sounds like Bowers is even crazier than that day we went down the well" Ben stated.
"I didn't think that was possible." I said. The others all nodded in agreement. I looked over at Ben, who still looked a tad shook up from seeing Bowers again. "You okay?" I asked quietly so the others couldn't hear.
"I hate him" he said, gritting through his teeth. "For what he did to me, to you, to Bev, to everyone. After all these years, he still had that ugly smile plastered on his face." Ben's jaw tightened. I figured he must be replaying all the awful things Henry Bowers has ever done to us in his mind.
"You're way stronger than Bowers now." I tried to assure him. "There's no way he's going to hurt you. For what it's worth, your definitely way more attractive than him"
Ben laughed lightly. "You think I'm attractive?" He questioned, a smirk growing across his face.
"Don't let it go to your head" I said jokingly shoving him with my shoulder as we walked along the sidewalk. "I don't have any feelings like that for you"
"Likewise" Ben said.
"Likewise you think I'm attractive or likewise you don't like me like that?" I asked.
"Both" he laughed. "But something tells me you might be Bowers' type"
"Gross" I said, followed by fake gagging noises. "It insults that you'd even say that."
