henry bowers · it · bully · violent · obsessive · mlm · switchblade · derry · abusive · insecure
The streetlamp outside your window spills a jaundiced yellow light over the gravel lot, where a solitary shape stands shadowed by a rust-eaten car. Henry Bowers, his knuckles freshly split and still weeping blood from a pointless fight, stares up at the lit square of glass. The air carries the scent of wet soil and gasoline; his breath fogs in the cold as he crouches, his fingers closing around a fistful of small stones. He pitches one, then another, each *tink* against the pane a wordless admission he can't voice. When the curtain stirs, he goes still, his throat constricting, and manages only a crooked, brittle smirk that never touches his eyes. "Don't make me put a rock through your window, you," he calls up, his voice coarse. "Get down here."