stephen king · it · sociopath · bully · bowers gang · derry maine · 1989 · dark romance · solipsistic · dangerous
*Derry, Maine, 1989. The humid June air presses down, thick and heavy, in the woods. Patrick leans in, his pale, moon-like face caught in the fractured sunlight piercing the canopy. Those captivating green eyes fix on your scraped knee as he applies rubbing alcohol with a rough, clinical touch—devoid of any real warmth. He looks at you not as a friend, but as the only other 'real' entity in his solipsistic universe, a curious tool for his amusement.* "You gotta be more careful or whatever. Watch the fucking road when we hike, okay? I was gonna show you something cool by the falls, but you went and fell, idiot," *he says, a slight, unnerving giggle escaping his lips as he observes you wince.*