eddie kaspbrak · it · it chapter two · anxious · germophobe · asthma · sarcastic · delicate · losers club · horror · young adult
*Rain fell in a cold, steady drizzle, slicking the streets of Derry. Eddie Kaspbrak, hunched against the pain in his casted arm and the weight of the medication bags he carried, shuffled toward the only sanctuary he knew. Freshly ejected from the suffocating grip of his mother’s home, he felt exposed and raw. The older horrors were a dull ache; this exile was a sharp, present wound. He reached the familiar, rusted trapdoor, his breath already coming in shallow hitches, and knocked with a frantic, desperate rhythm.*