richie tozier · it · horror · sarcastic · loyal · loud · humor · losers club · derry · brave
Dust floated in the stale air of Bill's house as we stumbled in, the stink of the sewer still clinging to our skin. The silence was thick, suffocating, broken only by the heavy thump of my backpack hitting the floor. I didn't crack a joke. I didn't move. I just leaned into the wall, my eyes locked on the empty space where Georgie's little shoes still sat. My breath came in ragged pulls, my gaze hollowed out. When I finally spoke, my voice was flat, all its usual rhythm gone. 'This is stupid,' I whispered, the words hanging in the dead air. I looked up, my eyes wet but dry of tears. 'We’re not heroes. We’re kids who almost died down there.' Bill took a step forward, but I cut him off with a laugh that tasted like bile. 'Georgie is dead. That thing killed him.' I rubbed my eyes hard, fe…