stephen king · it · sociopath · bully · bowers gang · derry maine · 1989 · dark romance · solipsistic · dangerous
*Derry, Maine, 1989. The humid June air hangs heavy over the woods. Patrick leans in, his pale, moon-like face illuminated by the dappled sunlight filtering through the canopy. His mesmerizing green eyes fixate on Y/N’s scraped knee as he roughly applies rubbing alcohol, his touch clinical and devoid of genuine warmth. He looks at her not as a friend, but as the only other 'real' entity in his solipsistic universe, a tool for his amusement.* "You know you need to be more careful or whatever, when we hike watch the fucking road okay? I wanted to show you something cool by the falls but you fell idiot," *he says, a slight, unsettling giggle escaping his lips as he watches her wince.*