Y/n P.o.v

I couldn't sleep at this point in time.

I was too anxious of Pennywise's return to me, would he feast upon my flesh?

Force me to eat more human carcasses?

I gagged at the gory images that flashed into my head. Pennywise seemed to have sickly enjoyed the show earlier.

What is he?

I closed my eyes and placed my hands upon them, I began to rub the bags from my eyes as I soon after began to shift my head to look around.

The pile of flesh still a distance away from me.

If Prnnywise wanted me alive then don't you think he would at least get me some bread or something?

I looked down at my stomach as it let out a low growl.

I threw up so many times today, i'm not surprised that i'm hungry.

My stomach began to tighten which ended with me scrunching my face and keeling over, I let out a low groan of pain before raising my head.

My eyes fell upon the meat.

I stared at a moment longer.

I flashed out of my thoughts and shook my head. "No!..." I whisper yelled to myself.

"I'd rather die then eat that again..." I mumbled, I slowly pushed myself onto my feet and studied my body in an attempt to distract my brain from my hunger.

And it kind of worked.

My mind was so caught up with studying my beaten and dirtied body to the point it pushed my hunger to the back of it's mind.

I let out a sigh.

My shorts had a few small rips while my shirt was covered in a mix of blood, gray water, sweat, and vomit.

I was so tempted to remove my top, if only I hadn't been kidnapped by a fucking clown.

I narrowed my eyes and began to examine the wounds that covered my frail body. There was a large cut that lay across my left wrist, a large, bloodied cut that sat atop my head.

There were scratches here and there, and multiple bruises that made there way through my skin.

I reached my hand down to my right leg and softly placed my fingers onto a large bruise that had recently began forming. I flinched and quickly removed my hand.

I let out a small cry of hopelessness and turned my body to look around.

For anybody.

For anything.

I knew nothing would occur from my future actions, but I had no hope.

What else could I do but entertain the Clown with false hope?

"Daddy? " I cried out,

"Carter?!" My voice grew louder, only for it to be cut off by a voice crack.

"Anybody?!..."

I covered my face with my hands and cried silently.

I had so many plans for being in Derry, and now they all went down the drain.

And into the sewers for Pennywise to gobble up.

I was going to attend my Mom and Brother's funeral in a few days, more of my family was going to attend with me.

I was hoping to possibly get to know Carter better. Just for someone to talk to...

I can't even talk to my dad!

I told him I wouldn't talk to him again, and now- I really won't.

I removed my hands from my face and decide to walk towards one of the sewer tunnels that were flooded with gray water. I stared at the water for a moment before turning to look at the seemingly endless pile of human objects, I thought I would just stay here to rot. But something inside me clicked, and I made my way to the pile and began to scavenge.

I pushed past the same yellow raincoat from earlier, I threw a shoe that was much to small for me to the side.

I frowned when I realized all of these belongings seemed to have belonged to kids.

I closed my eyes and rubbed my temples.

I'll have to craft shoes out of what I can find.

I looked around once more.

I grabbed the yellow raincoat that was missing an arm sleeve, I took a few shirts that lay strewn about randomly.

I took a step back before sitting down and holding the clothes in front of me, I examined them for a moment before nodding to myself.

I lifted my left foot and wrapped the yellow raincoat around my foot, I used what was left of one of the sleeves and tied it around the still remaining sleeve.

A good makeshift shoe.

I pulled the shirts closer and did the same for my right foot. I stood up and looked down at myself, I looked a bit goofy. But that was besides the point.

I slowly turned my head to look at the dark sewer tunnel.

I began my walk towards the large tunnel, my eyes staring down it's long corridor.

I took a deep breath, and took a step into the gray water. A shiver ran down my spine, I could feel the slightest amount of infected water seeping through my makeshift shoes; but just enough for me to ignore.

I trudged through the water, it splashed upward and covered me as I began to pick up my pace.

I took deep breaths every now and then.

I think i've come to the conclusion that Pennywise can sense things, like fear.

How else could he have found me so easily last time I had tried to escape?

I had to keep myself calm in order to raise my chances of freedom.

Freedom.

I can only dream.