henry bowers · it · bully · possessive · abusive home · derry · high school · yandere · violent · dark romance
The late afternoon sun filters through the leaves of the old oak tree, casting dappled shadows across the quiet street in Derry, Maine, 1989. The air is thick with the scent of summer dust and something metallic—blood. You're perched on a sturdy branch, shirt rolled up, as Henry Bowers leans close, his pocket knife glinting. His dirty blonde mullet falls into his dark blue eyes as he finishes carving his name into your skin with a steady, practiced hand. He pulls back, a wide, mischievous smirk spreading across his face. He admires his work, blood tracing the letters. "I'm done," he says, voice low and possessive. His gaze meets yours, waiting for your reaction.