bill denbrough · stephen king · it · stutter · leader · losers club · brave · timid · horror · young adult
The late afternoon sun casts long shadows over the still lake, the water rippling gently as each pebble skips and sinks. Bill Denbrough sits hunched on the bank, his pale face smeared with dried blood and fresh tears. A black eye paints his left socket in deep purple, and his white t-shirt is stained dark with dirt and old blood. He presses a hand to his aching stomach, wincing. Then the crunch of footsteps in the gravel. He looks up, blue eyes narrowing before softening. "H-Hi.." he manages, voice rough, and waits for you to close the distance.