All these secrets didn't seem to calm Y/N's nerves, for when there was a secret that came out, it seemed like five more too appeared. Everything spiraled to her annoyance, and with it, was the confusion and irritation that clouded every waking thought. Was this my life? All just a lie?

It was as if It was purposefully trying to get her to grow mad every moment, until when it did come to happen, the madness would've completely overtaken her entire mind, and that would lead to her being dragged into the sewers, never to be seen again. The more questions she had, the more she questioned her very own existence - Was it all fake?

She would never know, but It must've, for It was an entity far greater than anything in this entire universe, or that was what Y/N thought. The most scary thing about this was that she had no idea what was to happen.

Was this all a game in It's mind? It was Pennywise's sick twisted games after all, but why did It have to act like such a trickster it was beyond her. All she wanted was the truth; the truth to this sick reality she was living in, and none of these little answers the clown was telling her were helping in any way.

Books won't help, nor can I just ignore the questions I need answers to. Y/N had spent most of this afternoon in her room, the window open to her bedroom, as she laid on her small bed, either going from reading to sketching something. She couldn't ignore any of it she had come to realise, and that night when Pennywise had showed up led to some sleepless nights.

It was still genuinely confusing as to what It wanted with her - was It teasing her? The entity was so unpredictable and sporadic, she was having a hard time coming to quick conclusions on It's decisions.

Not like she had seen Pennywise since the last meeting in her bedroom that night, and that was two nights ago. It was more as if in those two days that had gone, she was trying to prepare herself for It to appear again, keeping all movements to a minimum and making sure to keep an ear out for all different noises.

Nothing had come from It, all noises she heard were from outside or from herself; including every creak and small noise. It was growing frustrating to out way if it was her doing it or something else.

"So many questions, yet so many f*cking riddles ." she muttered under her breath, swiping her pencil across the paper in a rough manner, creating the harsh shading lines for her art. She noticed that everything she was doing was associating itself with It more - and it was as if she wasn't even noticing that she was doing it.

Her mind would wonder to elsewhere, and when she would look down, she would see that she had mysteriously written or drawn something, like for instance, she had just drawn a rough sketch of the outline of the red painted face of the clown.

She sighed in defeat, scrunching the paper in her hands, and taking aim at the bin, throwing it carelessly as it hit the edge but didn't fall in. As much as she didn't want to think of it, Y/N knew that the answers she would get from a history book wouldn't help, and as much as she wanted to disagree with it, she knew that there was only one thing she could do.

She hated that in her mind, something was screaming to her, a void of a eerie voice that urged her to do it, beckoning her to go find It. She also hated the outcomes if she would just storm her way into the sewers to try and find It, and nevertheless, she knew there was another place to go.

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She towed her bike down the sidewalk, the old rust caused for the metal to squeak and churn whilst she towed it, the constantly squeaking connecting with each step Y/N took. The soft summer breeze blew past her, a appreciation humming in her blurring mind, happy to feel a breeze that cooled her skin against the beating sunlight shining down.

The clothes she wore in her mind didn't feel liked they helped with avoiding the rays:

Down the chipped and broken sidewalk of the busy common town, she looked both ways before crossing, running half-heartedly to the town's library for a quick look at what she needed. Let's make this quick. She breathed, throwing her rusty silver bike to the side of the building and walking in. In there, she looked for the one thing she was looking for, that she had read before.

The familiar words of The History of Derry popped in her vision, and she heaved the heavy book off and away from the shelf and dragging it to the counter.

The same old lady greeted Y/N once again, the same one who had given her the book the first time. "Ooh, you're back again?" She eerily questioned, the wrinkled grin across her face looked off-putting and creepy. Y/N nodded, shoving the book onto the counter, pulling some money out from her jean pockets.

"I'm gonna burrow this book for a few days - maybe two." she glided the change across her way; I have no time for any of this, please don't talk to me about anything, please. Just let me get on with what I need to do. The old librarian nodded her head, her thin eyebrows furrowed, as if she was nodding her head pretending to understand.

"Riiight... well, enjoy whatever you're doing..." her smile seemed off, too friendly that it made Y/N uncomfortable. It was so wide and wolfish-looking that Y/N knew she was to turn and leave before she heard anything else this woman had to say.

Y/N gathered the book in her arms before shoving it in her bag. She didn't even bother to say goodbye; She's creeping me out, there's nothing more else to say. She thought, thinking that she could even hear her laughing about it the further she walked for the exit.

When Y/N had left the building, the familiar warmth of the summer's humidity hit her hard, but it some-what relaxed her from how ice cold it felt inside. Great, now to sort things out. She carried on walking, walking past the memorial monument, then walking as if to cross, but something had caught her off.

Sitting on the opposite side of the road by the park trees, was Bowers himself, smoking a cigarette with his gang, but what was even worse was that he was hanging out with Tracy Harris of all people. Can my day get any worse? She panicked, and when she wasn't even setting her foot into the road to cross, she was already noticed.

"Hey slut, where ya heading?" Henry asked loud enough from the other side of the road, the drawn cigarette hanging from his lip. It just so happened that she needed to cross that road to get to where she needed to go, getting to Neibolt Street was easier this way.

She suck in her breath, all sources of bravery leaving through her mind, and she quietly walked across the road, walking a few metres away from the large group. "I asked ya a question slut, yet I didn't hear an answer." Henry asked once again, and she heard the howling of laughing from Harris' gang of girls.

Keep walking, don't look back at them, if you do, they'll have you in this grasp. She paused, thinking of whether to answer or keep walking. She stuck with walking; she wanted to live through this, but it was furthering to anger Bowers more.

"Hey, he asked you a question, are you deaf or something, idiot?" Tracy shouted, standing as the others did too. Y/N became rigid in her spot, as if her feet were glued to the ground below. They might as well bury me here.

She watched them advance on her, a group of eight people compared to her. They swarmed around her, a large gang combined of all the people she hated the most.

Tracy stepped forward, her cigarette hanging in her fingers, face caked in glitter and all sorts of other colours bright enough to look like a rainbow had thrown up on her.

She smirked, crossing her arms. "I've heard a lot about you slut- is that why they're calling you that now?" The others laughed, and Y/N looked amongst them, including Henry's too.Oddly enough, Patrick wasn't there. Hockstetter is attached to Bowers like they were born conjoined at the hip.

He was always there with them, and it was odd to not see him with them, usually he was as bad as Henry.

Speaking of the psycho, Henry stepped forth too. The look on his face read something that looked all too twisted. "This b*tch cuts herself. We saw it. She kicked me in the balls not too long ago and ran off like a f*cking wimp." He smirked wickedly, pulling forth the knife from his pockets.

Tracy giggled hysterically like it was the funniest thing in the world to hear. "Is that true? That's pathetic, a waste of life like you anyways. You shouldn't even be breathing." But Y/N's eyes were glued to the knife in Henry's grip. Her words won't sting as much as what he'll do with that knife.

"L-Leave me alone." Y/N softly spoke up, gripping her bag tighter, the tension building inside of her, waiting to snap like a cord. Tracy eyed her. "What did you say L/N? I didn't quite hear it-"

Of all the years of being bullied by this girl had finally made something snap inside Y/N's mind; a piece of a puzzle snapping together finally. "I said me the f*ck alone!" she defended herself, and in those seconds of what she thought were her bravery dying slowly, she knew of the consequences that were to come.

Tracy looked to Henry, as if silently reading each other's mind, and they both smiled, a glint of murder that overcame their minds. "Well, we can't have that, can we?" and Tracy pulled her arm forward in a flash, something going to Y/N's arm, the small item blindly making contact with the flesh of her arm.

Y/N screamed louder than she expected, her left arm going to the burn mark that was left on her skin, not remembering the situation she was going to be in. She was grabbed in seconds, the bag on her shoulder dropping to her side and she was shoved harshly to the ground.

The group swarmed her like a group of vultures awaiting the remains of a meal, all different faces in her vision, kicking and punching their way to knock her in her place. "Worthless", "Pathetic", "Wh*re" they screamed, but she screamed louder than them all, screaming for them to leave her, but it was all in hopes that someone would come to her aid.

But no-one came. No-one was kind enough to help her, not even any passers-by. It felt like her hope in humanity was dying as much as her soul was: every time she was in a situation like this, her soul always died more, crushing and squishing like a small insect.

She swore she felt something ripping at her clothes like a rabid animal, tearing at her jeans, but she was blinking back the tears blinding her vision, kicking and flinging her limbs, scrambling to get away. She turned herself over, flipping herself onto her stomach, still kicking, trying to pull herself out, like the ground was beginning to swallow her whole.

It felt like she was being pulled back, but she carried on fighting, fighting and trying to scramble for anything to help her with. A rock, a large twig, something that she could use to stop them attacking her.

Blindly feeling around the grass and dried mud she was laying in, her arms were in front of her looking around, desperate so much that she was loosing hope.

That was until something soft met the contact of her palm, and she went to grab it without any hesitation. It felt strange in her grasp, and she wasn't really even looking to what it was. It was long and smooth, a texture she couldn't think of but it felt similar to polished shoes, rubbery.

The voices around her were still speaking, but someone slowly spoke up, as if trying to get everyone else's attention of the matter. She waited, confused, until-

"What the f*ck is that?... Holy sh*t, is that what I think it is?"

Is that what I think is what?

She questioned, a moment of some relief bubbling and breaching when she felt everything had paused. She looked up at the faces, frozen in time almost, and then looking to what she had actually grabbed.

Holy sh*t....

Is that a severed arm?

Everyone around her were quickly screaming, a rush of panic had surfaced beyond all belief and reality, Y/N looked to what they had been looking at. Just even inches in front of her, Y/N could just now smell the rotting stench.

A large pile of other severed body parts and guts were just there, parts of organs, limbs and blood were blocking the smell of flowers to create something so much more vile. A few flies swarming the rotting flesh, buzzing in the summer heat.

"What the f*ck?" "Let's go, get the f*ck outta here!" She heard them scream and question what was happening, and even how the hell these things had gotten here in the first place.

Y/N dropped the arm to the side, just near to her bag. The bone was even still protruding out from the flesh and muscle and it made Y/N sick to her stomach. Sh*t, sh*t, sh*t!!

She grabbed for her bag, stumbling to even walk yet alone run, sprinting across the grass to get to where she wanted to go, all now worried as to what she would be greeted with when she got there.

A/N:

This chapter was a bit odd, like was Pennywise even helping the reader or was he just trying to tease one of the bullies?

Anyway, you might find out soon! SEE YOU SOON!