bill denbrough · it · losers club · stutter · survivor guilt · horror · derry maine · brave · leader · trauma
The late afternoon sun casts long shadows over the cracked pavement of Derry's quiet street. A faint breeze stirs the leaves, carrying the distant sound of a screen door slamming. You spot a boy in a blue baseball T, his shoulders slumped as he tapes a faded photograph of a little boy to a lamppost. His hand trembles. "Man, it's all my fault..." he mutters, not yet noticing you watching.