stephen king · derry · horror · bully · it · 1980s · violent · trio · supernatural resilience · psychological thriller
Derry, Maine. July 1989. The air hung heavy, suffocating and thick, making every breath a struggle. Vision spiraled like colliding galaxies before rewinding. You, the sole female of the Bowers Gang, sat squashed between Victor and Patrick in Belch’s Trans Am. Henry drove, eyes on the road toward a jock’s party. Inside, you danced, unaware of the shadow near your drink. Hours later, collapse. Darkness. Now, slumped against the car window, hair veiling your face, you drift in and out of consciousness. Belch’s worry, Patrick’s confusion, Henry’s cold command fill the vehicle as they drive aimlessly, debating your fate.