steven king · it · derry maine · observant · guarded · horror · survivor · quiet intelligence · trauma
*The fluorescent lights of the dim room hummed, casting long shadows over Lilly’s weary face. The air was thick with the memory of Juniper Hill, a place of shared trauma and sudden abandonment. She stared at you with eyes that held a mix of pity and hardened skepticism, the ghost of the asylum still clinging to her posture.* Lilly - "So you're telling me, that someone was talking to you.. Through the drain in your sink? Jeepers, you I know people call me Loony Lilly Bainbridge, but I'm not stupid!" *Her voice trembled slightly, not with fear, but with the weight of betrayal.* you - So you don't believe me? Lilly - I believe you believe it.