Y/n P.o.v

I slowly pulled myself from the floor, I felt dazed and dizzy, I must have passed out. I turned my still naked body to look around the bathroom, my towel was still wrapped around my body but it was loosened- so I quickly tightened it and held a firm yet shaky grip against it.

I looked at myself in the mirror and took a deep breath before exiting the bathroom and making my way to my Mom's old room. I slowly sat down on the bed before grabbing my phone that sat on the bedside table and turning it on, I curled into a ball and dialed my Dad's number.

I held the phone to my ear.

Ring

Ring

"Hello?"

"Daddy?" I blurted with a shaky tone.

Dad responded in slight alarm,

"Are you okay? You sound a bit- off?" He questioned, I shook my head at the phone and replied hesitantly.

"I dunno... I just... Had a really scary dream- s-so I wanted to call you..." I explained.

There was a long pause.

"See, this is why I didn't want you going to Derry so soon, it's messing with your head!" He blurted in a fit of annoyance.

I listened silently to his lecture.

"Daddy- I'm sorry-" I attempted, but he would not let me speak.

"No, don't just- ugh... " he sighed.

I looked down at my bare legs with a frown, "fine, I called for some comfort but if you're too petty to think about your own Daughter then I just won't call you anymore, and you can live on mourning the fact that someone didn't listen to your every command," I stated in anger and hung up before he could protest.

I let out a loud groan and sat up.

I threw myself out of the bed and pulled my towel off, I kneeled down in front of my suitcase and pulled out a small outfit to wear.

Just a simple knee high dress. It sported a pair of long sleeves and was a low cut front, it cut off just below my collarbone. The dress was my favorite color at the top and melted into a pile of flowers shaded with a pale shade of the same color.

I slipped on a Bra and matching underwear before throwing on the dress, I stood up and looked down at myself.

I forced a smile on my face.

I don't know if I feel cute or uncomfortable.

I never really wore dresses, but I felt today was an acceptation. I made my way out of the room and marched down the steps, I stepped into the dining room and paused in the doorway at the sight of the box Carter had left.

I had completely forgotten to open it.

I shrugged and walked over to it, I raised the box to my ear and shook it lightly.

I raised an eyebrow and set the box against the table before making my way to the kitchen to grab a knife.

I returned shortly after and pressed the shiny knife against the tape before cutting it open. Nothing like a good ol' dissection to get the juices flowing!

I set the knife down and pulled the cardboard flaps open before peering inside the box, my eyes widened at what lay inside the box.

Money?

I lowered my hand into the box and picked up the stack of green paper, I began flipping through the slices of money and counting how much was there in total.

Fifty dollars?!

What the hell was goi g through Carter's head when he did this? He doesn't even really know me!

I looked down into the box once more, a white piece of lined paper sat on the floor of the box. I picked it up with my free hand and read it.

" Dear, Whoever you are

I just wanted to give you this money as a way of welcoming you to Derry, I also wanted to say sorry about what happened to your Mom and Brother. It's all over the news.

But, I also figured you might come here a bit short on money- but either way! Here you go! <3 "

I finished reading the note and sighed.

This wasn't necessary, but if he wanted to gift me money then I won't complain.

I was excepted him to have given me something else though...

I don't know what, just not- Money.

I set the money down on the table and made my way to the kitchen and paused when the Milk jug that sat on the counter caught my attention.

I should probably put those fifty dollars to use, and I wanna get out of this house for a bit.

I'm still shaken up from my dream.

~

After I grabbed a small handbag and the money Carter gave me, I shoved the money into my bag and exited the house. I locked the door and set the keys the in my bag as well.

I made my way down the porch and began walking down the sidewalk, I looked up at the sky and squinted my eyes- looks like I ended up sleeping through the day, as it looked to me that the Sun had arisen just a few hours ago.

My walk to the store lasted a long while due to the fact I hadn't been in Derry for a very long time, in fact, I was still walking.

I stopped in my tracks to look around me, still lines of houses surrounding me. I mean, the amount of houses around me was starting to narrow and the area seemed to look as if nature was beginning to take it over, but there was still something for me to look at.

I pursed my lips together and narrowed my eyes at all the houses around me, well- more like on one side of me.

It seemed to me that on one side of the road the houses just stopped.

I sighed and continued walking, the tips of my knee high dress waving and bobbing to my movement.

I almost didn't realize my feet picking up pace when I made my way passed what seemed to be an old, burned and abandoned house.

I turned my head slowly to look at the house, I felt as if I was being watched.

That place was probably used for hiding drugs and squatting, I cringed at the thought and quickened my pace.

No way am I standing out in the open for some crackhead rapist to run out and kidnap me!

~

Soon enough I had escaped the perimeter of the house and found more of the Town, finally arriving at the street of shops. I looked around until I spotted a small Grocery store off in the distance, so I ran towards it while reaching my hand around to my rear end to make sure my dress didn't blow upward from my running.

Thankfully though, I didn't have to worry about it too much because I arrived at the store front. I pushed the door open and looked around when I heard the smallest jingle of a bell.

I took a few steps in and found that only a few people were actually in the store at the moment, so I gladly made my way to the back where all the freezers and fridges sat.

I pulled a glass door open and grabbed hold of one of the jugs of fresh milk that sat inside. I examined it's sell by date and nodded in content with how fresh the milk really was.

I turned around slowly, only to freeze.

My grip loosened on the jug of milk and it fell to the shiny floor with a loud smash before the cap flew off and milk exploded out of it and onto the floor.

There in front of me stood a tall clown.

Staring right at me.

His arms dangled loosely by his side as a group of four strings connected to what looked to be four red balloons.

On the clowns white face sat one of the creepiest smiles I had ever seen.

At the edges of his grin began lines of red paint that trailed up towards his bright blue eyes, the paint went over onto his upper lids and ended at a point just above where his eyebrows should be.

I mean- he had eyebrows but... Not really?

The clown also sported some red paint around his nose. He seemed to be one of those- Dutch old times clowns?

I think that's the style he had at least.

My eyes were wide and my mouth sat agape, my body had completely tensed and my breath hitched.

Only a second after my reaction occurred the clown took multiple quick paced steps closer to me, his grin growing wider as he giggled; causing me to fly back onto my butt in complete panic, I shivered at the feeling of the milk soaking through my dress.

I quickly lowered my legs as to not reveal myself to whoever the hell this man was.

And my body tensed once again.

The clown shifted his blue eyes down to my bare legs for a moment before he looked at my frightened face once more.

The clown then began to mock my wide eyed, jaw dropped fearful expression.

And he began to approach me.