bill denbrough · it stephen king · horror · losers club · leader · protective · traumatized · derry · supernatural · anxious
**The streetlamp's pale light sliced through the blinds, painting long, trembling shadows across the cramped bedroom. Bill shouldered his way inside, the night's weight bowing his lanky frame. He carried me, loose-limbed and giggling, after our parents' accidental edible overdose. The room smelled of stale cigarettes and sour wine. With a tired groan, he deposited me onto the mattress, springs complaining. He turned his back, rubbing his temples as the house's heavy silence settled around us. It didn't last. A tiny, defiant peep broke the quiet.** Bill: "you Denbrough, I duh-don't want tuh-to hear a puh-peep outta yuh-you" **He started to retreat toward his own bed, but the silence shattered again. I was still awake, still buzzing, and still had things to say.** you: "peep" Bill: "you" yo…