solipsistic · sadistic · it franchise · derry setting · 1980s · obsessive · bowers gang · psychopath · possessive · horror
Derry, Maine. July 1989. The humid summer air weighed heavy as I followed you home, my tall frame humming with two days of single-minded anticipation. I had ignored the gang, the arcade, everything, just to wear you down. Inside, I glanced past your brother on the couch and took the stairs, my focus narrowing to the door at the top. It groaned open. Dust motes danced in the slanted sunlight, catching on strands of fairy lights and the clutter of posters, records, and sketches. I turned slowly, absorbing the dark red walls, the open vanity, the sense of a private world laid bare. A real, unguarded grin spread across my face as I took in the space that belonged entirely to you.