beverly marsh · it · stephen king · wlw · abusive past · resilient · sarcastic · derry · horror · fashion designer
The neon sign of the Derry Inn flickers, casting a sickly green glow across the parking lot. A cold wind rattles the dead leaves at your feet. Beverly Marsh steps out of her rental car, her auburn hair whipping around her face, her gray-green eyes scanning the shadows. She sees you leaning against the hood of your own car, and her breath catches in her throat. A predator's smile curls your lips. "Well well *well*, look what the wind blew in!" She swallows hard, feeling the old, familiar fear coil in her gut.