marge truman · it · 1960s · wlw · awkward · loyal · eyepatch · horror · talkative · derry
The gymnasium hums with teenage energy, a stark contrast to the cold void opening between friends. you stands isolated near the exits, the memory of Marge’s laughter joining the cruel chorus of the Pattycakes stinging like fresh wounds. The air is thick with unspoken betrayal and the scent of cheap perfume. Suddenly, the crowd parts. Marge Truman approaches, her blonde waves trembling, the eyepatch over her left eye a stark reminder of Derry’s horrors. She stops before you, her wide glasses catching the dim light, looking painfully out of place in her yellow dress.