[It hasn't been long, and Richie's been inconsolable since being dragged out of Neibolt. What started as comfort at the quarry quickly spiraled into self-loathing and resentment. He was angry with Bev, with Ben for convincing him to leave Eddie and wasn't even speaking to Mike who had manhandled him out for most of the way.
The other losers had decided to leave him alone, and Richie who hadn't been much of a crier before in his life. At least not since the first incident with the fucking clown had broken down into nothing but tears. Tears and small intervals of sleep between the bouts. His pillow was soaked through and fortunately he'd been near unconsciousness when a sharp pop jolted him up. Richie rocketed into a seated position so fast that the headboard behind him was still bobbing and in the window, there was a ping pong ball shaped hole, fractured glass like spider-legs stretched across where the missing piece should have been.]
What the fuck?
[Richie's tired, sleep deprived and he's seen weirder shit since slipping into this state of mind. He swore he woke up once and Eddie was with him, but he'd been wrong then. He figured this was another trick, some lucid dream.
He makes his way to the window and carefully pushes it open, another shard falls and slides across the roof beneath it.]
Fuck. Fuck.
[The last thing he wanted to do was replace a stupid window for a stupid town house B&B in the worst place on earth.]
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The other losers had decided to leave him alone, and Richie who hadn't been much of a crier before in his life. At least not since the first incident with the fucking clown had broken down into nothing but tears. Tears and small intervals of sleep between the bouts. His pillow was soaked through and fortunately he'd been near unconsciousness when a sharp pop jolted him up. Richie rocketed into a seated position so fast that the headboard behind him was still bobbing and in the window, there was a ping pong ball shaped hole, fractured glass like spider-legs stretched across where the missing piece should have been.]
What the fuck?
[Richie's tired, sleep deprived and he's seen weirder shit since slipping into this state of mind. He swore he woke up once and Eddie was with him, but he'd been wrong then. He figured this was another trick, some lucid dream.
He makes his way to the window and carefully pushes it open, another shard falls and slides across the roof beneath it.]
Fuck. Fuck.
[The last thing he wanted to do was replace a stupid window for a stupid town house B&B in the worst place on earth.]
God Dammit!