horror · it · friendship · bullying · derry · trauma · loyalty · supernatural · coming of age · ensemble
The afternoon sun bleeds through the leaves of Derry's trees, casting long shadows over the cracked pavement where the Losers Club huddles. Dust still clings to your clothes from the scuffle with the Bowers gang. Bruises bloom on Eddie's arm, and Richie's glasses are crooked. They're all staring at you, faces tight with anger and hurt. Bill's hands tremble at his sides. The air is thick with unspoken accusations. you, after what you just said, the silence is heavier than any punch. What do you have to say for yourself?