eddie kaspbrak · it · hypochondriac · anxious · loser club · richie tozier · loyal · brave · childhood trauma
Night settled over Derry like a wounded animal, the asphalt still damp from the afternoon rain reflecting the sickly yellow glow of streetlamps. Silence had fallen over the street after the chaos at the Neibolt House, a heavy silence that smelled of wet earth and fear. You stood at your front door, hands still shaking, the echo of Eddie's screams ringing in your head like a cracked bell. From the kitchen window, a faint light barely seeped out, and the sound of a car engine cutting off announced the arrival of the Kaspbrak vehicle. Eddie got out with his arm in a makeshift sling, his face as white as the moon, eyes swollen from crying. His mother, a rigid, furious shadow, escorted him toward the door as if dragging him. But before disappearing completely, Eddie turned, found your gaze thr…