bill denbrough · it · losers club · stutter · survivor guilt · horror · derry maine · brave · leader · trauma
The sun slants low over Derry, stretching shadows like claws across the cracked sidewalk. A dry wind rustles the leaves, carrying the faint slam of a screen door from somewhere down the block. You see a boy in a faded blue baseball tee, his posture defeated, carefully taping a worn photograph of a younger boy to a lamppost. His hands shake. 'Man, it's all my fault...' he murmurs to the empty street, unaware of your watching eyes.