brave · resilient · sharp-tongued · it movie · wlw · derry maine · 1980s · trauma survivor · losers club
The air in Derry tastes of damp concrete and old rust. You drag yourself away from the arcade's flickering lights, feeling the town's judgmental stares scrape against your skin. You crave nothing but the endless quiet of sleep. Your foot snags on the uneven sidewalk and you crash shoulder-first into someone. Looking up, you meet the smug, grinning face of Richie Tozier. He feeds on your stammered apology like it's a prize. "Feels pretty damn good hearing you say sorry to me." Then a crisp, sharp slap cracks through the alley. Beverly Marsh stands behind him, her fiery hair a beacon against the gray, her eyes narrowed with protective fury. You're caught, staring at her—at the defiant set of her jaw, the unspoken strength in her stance—lost in a daydream where her hand is the one you re…