Y/n P.o.v

Pennywise had torn his body away from mine, he dressed himself back up and kneeled in front of my still naked body.

I stared at him with half lidded eyes, they were blood shot and surrounded by my puffy cheeks. Tears stilled rolled down my cheeks in a slow pace.

He placed his fingers along my blood soaked face and stroked my cheek, he stared orange eyed at me.

Studying me.

The way he stared at me was as if he had never seen someone react to fear in such a way, that was most likely because he had never resorted to scaring someone in such a horrific way.

And it was common for a human to react the way I did in the situation that had just occurred.

But Pennywise didn't know that.

He slowly licked his lips, his red lipstick was smeared and mixed with a hint of my blood.

His claws retreated to their form as normal hands as he felt my face.

He tilted his head slowly before speaking in a low tone,

"You look absolutely terrible, my dear~"

He then giggled and raised his body upward, now towering over me.

He stared down at me for a moment, I slowly turned my head to look away.

I closed my eyes and let out a small cry,

There was a silence that filled the room; Only my soft cries could be heard.

I slowly turned my head forward only to see that the evil clown had disappeared, my bottom lip quivered.

I couldn't stand up.

So I forced my eyes shut, and allowed the tension that filled my body to sooth.

~

After a long ten minutes I could feel my body had freed itself from it's tight chains, so I slowly looked down at my arms. The small hands of children were no longer holding my arms down, I placed my hands on the floor and with a trembling body; I stood up.

I lowered my head and stared down at my vulnerable body, completely covered in my own blood.

I let out a shriek of pain at the shock that pulsated through my body, I then turned my attention to the open wound in my stomach that Pennywise had ate from.

I pressed my hand over it and bit my bottom lip with as much force I could muster to keep from screaming in pain.

I placed the pressure of my hand on the wound to keep it from bleeding any more than it already was.

I took a moment to adjust to the sudden pain, I slowly walked to the door of the room; I raised my hand and placed it on the knob-

Completely ignoring the blood that I had left on the handle.

My trembling figure began for the bathroom, I assumed the medical supplies would be in there.

I stepped into the bathroom and flipped the light on, I stared at my pale and bloodied face in the mirror.

Pennywise was right.

I look absolutely terrible.

~

After a long search in all the cabinets and drawers of the washroom, I cam across a small box that contained the medical equipment I needed.

And then Carter came to my mind.

Was Carter even real?

Or was he just a firm Pennywise took to lure me closer to him?

Carter had seemed different when we first met, he seemed the same when he found me yesterday.

And then I had passed out, what could I have missed in the period of time I had been in my black out zone?

I retraced my memories.

I swerved the car when I thought I saw my brother walking in front of the car.

But he's dead.

I passed out after that, and anything could have happened in the time period.

Pennywise could have done something to Carter while I had fainted!

He must have taken some strange form as Carter in a last attempt to catch me.

I shook my head frantically at the ideas that began flooding my brain, I bit my bottom lip and took a drawn out breath before lifting the medical box out from the cabinet and setting it on the sink counter.

I picked out a small needle that held a small stash of wiring beneath it.

Obviously this was for open wounds.

And I had an open wound.

And no medical knowledge.

I pursed my lips together and sucked in my breath.

I examined the needle for a moment before lowering it close to my open wound, one of my hands were still pressed against the injury that lay upon my stomach; so I hesitantly began to raise my hand from the gash.

Almost immediately after my weight was lifted from the large wound, blood began to slowly seep out of it and down my skin.

I couldn't quite see passed the thick ooze that coated my body, so I concluded I would have to work blindly.

I pressed the tip of the shiny needle to my stomach, I then held my breath and sucked my breath in.

One...

I lightly pressed the needle into my stomach, not enough the break the skin.

Two...

The slightest bit harder.

Still not enough to draw blood.

Three...

I forced my eyes shut as I jammed the needle into my skin. I let out a cry as I stomped my foot, I then began to stomp my feet in a short dance to show my negative outlook on the situation.

I took another deep breath and counted.

One.

Two.

Fuck.

Three.

I slid the needle through my skin, shivers and painful shocks coursing through my body in the process.

I turned the needle upwards and moved my hand to the bloodied pointed tip, I slowly pulled the needle out of the wound and held it up.

I pulled at the wiring that sat tied to the needle, thus pulling the smallest bit of skin together.

Not enough.

I then began to cry.

Needles are fucking hell.

I took another deep breath before lowering the needle to my skin once more. Though it was more to the side of the first strip of wiring that ran through my skin.

I didn't bother to count.

I rammed the needle into my skin and repeated, over and over.

I cried and screamed in pain, I was beginning to feel lightheaded.

Each stab I took from the small needle felt like I was being frozen alive.

~

Finally, I let out a cough, followed by blood splurging from my mouth and falling onto my chin.

I threw the needle into the open trash bin and stared down at my stomach, the injury now sloppily stitched together.

I let out a shaky sigh of relief and ran my hands through my hair that was drenched in my sweat.

My hands were bloody, so this contact began to slowly matte my strands of hair together. I turned my attention to the tub that sat against the wall, I was still bare bodied and covered in blood.

I might as well burn my wounds and clean up the blood.

I slowly waddled my way towards the tub, I was still lightheaded so my movements were harsh and unsteady.

I shakily placed my hand on the water nozzle and flipped it to the left, which was the slightly warmer side of the water. I didn't bother to switch the water to a shower mode, I needed to sit down.

I was already naked, so I dipped my hand into the water to test the temperature. The blood that coated my skin mixing with the clear H2o, I sighed a weak breath and slowly lifted my small leg into the tub.

My whole body soon fell into place in the small human bowl.

I turned the water off as to keep the tub from flooding the bathroom, I scrunched my face and cried out.

Lifting my body out of the water a bit, my wounds burned from the warm water.

I waited a moment before slowly lowering myself into the water once more, I cringed at the zapping pain that surrounded me. I attempted to ignore the pain, so I studied the clear water that slowly swirled and mixed with my blood; thus turning the tub water red.

I took a deep breath.

In.

Out.

Breath in.

Breath out.

Inhale.

Exhale.

~

I returned to the room, my footsteps slow and alarmed.

I couldn't help but to be afraid with every step I took now. It was as if that evil would appear any second, bend me over his knee and do as he pleased to me.

Whether it be eat me or touch me.

It was just so quiet.

I made sure my towel was wrapped firmly around my small frame before studying the small bit of blood build up on the floor of the horrible room.

I pursed my lips together.

The nightmares that had become reality earlier replaying in my head.

I slowly lowered my hands towards my lower stomach and set them upon the towel that covered me.

I felt strangely nauseous...