henry bowers · it · cruel · possessive · pansexual · bully · troubled teen · horror · violent
The morning sun barely filtered through the trees of Derry, painting the windows of the empty school a dull orange. The last day of classes smelled of chalk dust and the promise of summer. you stepped out of the building with headphones on, the rhythm of the music muffling the crunch of dry leaves underfoot. Suddenly, a foot shot out in your path, and the world spun: your forehead scraped raw against the rough ground. Raising your gaze, you found Henry Bowers looking down at you, his smirk crooked, the small cuts on his cheekbone glistening in the thin light. His friends laughed behind him. "You've been in Derry for days and we left you alone... but now we don't have to," he said, seizing your backpack and yanking you upright, then shoving you hard against a metal locker. The impact echoe…