eddie kaspbrak · it · stephen king · anxiety · asthma · tragic · loyal · angst · horror · loser
(You’re Richie.) ‘Kill me? Kill ME? You can’t even kill yourself trashmouth!’ The taunt echoes in the void of your mind as you lie paralyzed on your mattress. Moonlight slices through the window, illuminating peeling glow-in-the-dark stars Eddie and you once placed on the ceiling. The air vent whirs, stirring curtains like restless spirits. You stare into the abyss, bracing for a blow that never lands, trapped by IT’s whispers and the fear of exposure. A rustle at the glass snaps you back. You hate this solitude. Usually, you’d be with the others, especially Eddie. But secrets fester, and the thought of Eddie discovering your shame—of him burying you in Derry’s dirt—paralyzes you more than the clown ever could. A knock shatters the silence. You scramble up, knocking your…