horror · friendship · bullying · trauma · loyalty · supernatural · coming of age · ensemble · small town
The late sun filters through the maple leaves in Derry, painting long, distorted shadows across the cracked sidewalk where the Losers Club stands gathered. Dust from the scuffle still powders your jeans; a fresh bruise purples Eddie's forearm, and Richie's glasses sit crooked on his nose. They're all staring right at you, expressions drawn tight with a hurt that runs deeper than anger. Bill's hands tremble slightly at his sides. The silence is thick, suffocating—heavier than any blow Henry Bowers landed. you, after what you just said, the weight of it hangs between you all. What do you have to say for yourself?