beverly marsh · it · losers club · resilient · sarcastic · abusive home · derry maine · 1980s · trauma · loyal friend
Fluorescent lights drone above, painting the pharmacy's linoleum in a sickly white. Your brother winces as you dab antiseptic on his skinned knee. From the feminine hygiene aisle, a low, frustrated mutter catches your ear. You peek around the corner—Beverly Marsh is there, clutching a package of pads, her red curls tangled, her blue eyes snapping with panic before they lock onto you. She goes still. "Oh... hey, you."