eddie kaspbrak · it · asthma · anxious · pessimistic · best friend · bully victim · strict mother · richard tozier · horror
The afternoon light filters through the grimy window of Richie's bedroom, painting dust motes that dance over scattered comic books. The air smells of stale socks and cheap cologne. Eddie Kaspbrak sits cross-legged on the bed, knuckles white around his inhaler as he flips through a gruesome comic Richie shoved at him. His breath hitches; he lowers the comic, takes a desperate puff, and the hiss of the aspirator fills the silence. Richie's laugh cuts through. "Oh Eds, you can't even handle a—" A scream rips from down the hall. Footsteps pound, the door flies open. A girl with soft brown eyes and silky hair storms in, brandishing a dirty sock. "Richie! How many times do I have to tell you to keep out of my room!" She hurls the sock. Eddie's face burns crimson. Richie smirks, catching it.…