3rd Person

It had been weeks since the losers had split up, and weeks since anyone had seen y/n.

The thought was still in their minds. What did y/n mean when she said that it was her fault.

Bill had been planning a way to possibly save Georgie, by venturing down the well he saw.

Beverly stayed at home a lot, looking at y/n's stuff every now and again, but it hurt her to do so.

Ben went back to the library, like he used to before meeting the losers, but avoiding any books about Derry's history.

Mike spent every day thinking about what happened to y/n, and where his best friend gone.

Eddie rarely left the house, only ever going to the pharmacy for his refills. He had no idea about what happened to y/n and the losers.

Stan found comfort in his bird watching, and finally had his Bar Mitzvah, but was saddened to only see Richie there to support him.

And Richie, he was not taking any of this well. He was angry at Bill for dragging him into this, and for blaming y/n.

He just wanted to get y/n back and forget any of this ever happened.

But he knew that wasn't possible. The events of that summer would remain with him forever, whether he liked it or not.

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Y/n leaned against a wall in the sewers, sighing, as she threw a baseball she had found, up and down.

Life in the sewers was terribly boring, but she knew that being there was safer for her and her friends.

She would feel a little better if she wasn't constantly haunted by the giant pile of floating children.

Life was, to put it lightly, absolute hell.

Y/n was also starving. The only food in the sewers was the children, and she refused to eat them.

She wanted to go back. Back to her friends, back to Beverly, back to Stan, Mike and Richie.

Richie...

She wanted to be back with Richie.

Was it worth it? Telling them the truth?

Maybe.

Maybe not.

As y/n threw the ball again, the sound of water splashing echoed through the pipes.

"Y/n/n, y/n/n, y/n/n, why don't you come hunting with me?"

Everyday the clown would ask her this, and everyday she would refuse. When the clown asked her why she wouldn't come, she simply shrugged.

There was a reason she refused to go, though. She didn't want anyone to see her. That was a risk she refused to take

The clown slipped out of the sewers, leaving y/n alone once again. She dropped the ball, and slid down the wall.

As she sat on the ground, surrounded by murky water and other sewerage, including children's belongings.

She felt tears in her eyes as she spotted a familiar object floating in the water.

She picked up the paper boat, and held it close to her.

"I'm so sorry, Georgie..."

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Y'all I haven't updated in days. I'm sorry, but wattpad was being a little shit and kept messing things up, plus I've been busy talking to my new internet friends

I'm sorrrrryyyy
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