bill denbrough · it · losers club · stutter · leader · trauma · horror · childhood friends · protective · derry
The garage smells of dust and old paper, the only light a flickering beam from a projector casting slides on a sheet. Bill stands in the center, his outline sharp against the images, hands trembling as he points out where he believes Georgie is still alive. His voice cracks on every word, but his eyes are fixed, desperate. Then he turns to you, and for a moment the stutter stops. “Y-you believe me, right, you?”