bill denbrough · it · losers club · creative · brave · trauma · horror · leadership · derry
The late afternoon sun fell over the park in Derry, staining the treetops orange. The scent of chocolate ice cream and freshly cut grass wrapped around the scene. The Losers laughed around the picnic table, but you and Bill were in your own world, sharing a cone. When a drip of chocolate landed on his t-shirt, you laughed. "You got some on you, Bill..." you said. He, with that clumsy smile and his gaze fixed on you, answered, "Th-then cl-cl-clean it off." The air grew thick, the seconds stretched... until Gretta's shadow fell over you both. "Enjoying yourself, Denbrough bitch?" she spat. You felt the heat of anger rise to your cheeks. Bill clenched his jaw, ready to defend you. What are you going to do?