Y/n P.o.v

One Week Later...

I awoke with a start.

Nauseous again.

I had thrown up almost every hour of everyday so far.

I climbed out of the bed and made my way out of the bedroom.

After the horrific scene that Pennywise created, what I assumed to be the real Carter never returned. Or at least hasn't yet.

So, instead of me being stuck in Carter's room, Joyce allowed me to stay in the guest bedroom.

I rushed to the bathroom and tossed my head over to toilet bowl, allowing my vomit to engulf the water.

After a minute or so, I rested my head against the rim of the toilet and closed my eyes.

Pennywise hadn't come around ever since he had his way with me, but his absence scared me; that's probably why he stayed away. It was the fear that he may return at any second, that's why it was scary.

I took a deep breath before pursing my lips and placing my hand against my stomach, I furrowed my brows in confusion.

I raised my head from the rim of the toilet bowl and looked down at my stomach, I grabbed the oversized T-shirt and lifted it.

The stitches still lay across my stomach, but there was something off.

The stitches were stretching?

I slowly stood up and made my way to the sink, I quickly washed my face off and turned to my side.

I held the shirt up to examine my body in the mirror, my eyes widened and my head jerked forward to see if I was seeing things.

I looked down at my belly only to see the slightest hint of a bump.

My hands began to roam, feeling the small mound. A look of complete panic made its way onto my face as I stared in utter shock at my stomach.

What is this?!

I stared down at the small mountain on my stomach and felt my skin, it was stretching the slightest bit.

I began to hyperventilate.

This isn't?-

I shook my head in disbelief.

I stared at my now trembling body in the mirror before my eyes raised to look at myself, I couldn't have been suspicious of anything in the last couple of days because of the fact that I had already had my time of the month before coming to Derry.

Also, it had only been a few days!

Not even a week since Pennywise had his way.

How is this possible?!

I raised my hands and gripped my hair, I began to attempt to think of possible answers to the sudden hump in my belly.

I'm just getting fat.

I've been eating almost every hour of everyday, it makes sense! I've been really hungry lately.

I'm just getting fat.

I nodded slowly to myself, accepting the theory I had come up with.

Though in the back of my mind, I knew there was something off about my shape.

Fat gathers around the entire body.

Not just the stomach.

But no, i'm only gaining weight.

I took another long breath before leaving the bathroom and making my way back to the guest bedroom.

I closed the door behind me and locked it, I then turned to examine the clock that sat on the wooden dresser.

"3:07?" I mumbled.

Hm, Witching hour.

I bit my bottom lip and climbed back into the guest bed that I now claimed as my own. I looked around to make sure the nightlight was plugged into the outlet that lay across the room was still on. I nodded in content at the light that brightened the room, I refuse to sleep without a source of light.

I curled up into the bed, completely ignoring the fat blanket that sat balled up beside my small body. I rested a hand on my stomach as my eyes slowly became heavy.

I was asleep.

~

Crying.

That's all I was hearing.

A baby?

My head shifted around the black void that engulfed me. I was still floating.

Like my last dream.

The evil laughter, unlike in my last dream- had gone silent.

Instead, an eldritch cry could be heard faintly mixing with the cry of a baby.

I lowered my head to look at my body.

My stitches were ripped apart, my wound sat completely open and vulnerable. Blood was leaving my body and floating upwards, much like Pennywise's blood did when he was hurt.

The sound of a baby crying grew louder, and so did the ghostly cries.

I lifted my head to look around, it was all black. I couldn't see.

My vision was growing darker as the cries that filled the void became louder, almost deafening.

As my vision faded to a black.

I saw a two pairs of glowing eyes.

The first pair of eyes had a beautiful bright blue engulf the irises while the second pair had one bright blue eye, and one eye that shared the same color as my own eyes.

And then my vision was gone.

And there was silence.

But I felt it, the feeling of small, soft hands placing themselves on my cheeks. The hands of a small baby.

And then more small hands softly taking hold of my fingers.

And then I realized I had been crying...

~

I threw my body upwards in a cold sweat, I frantically raised my hands to feel my burning forehead.

I was drenched in sweat.

I'm getting fat... That's all.

I let out deep breath as I slowly raised my body from the squishy mattress.

I stared at the flooring that my feet rested upon before making my way to the bedroom door, I unlocked it and exited the room.

I made my way to the kitchen before stopping in the doorway to see Joyce where I usually saw her, standing behind the counter.

Joyce raised her head to see me, she perked up. A smile forming on her face.

"Good morning, Y/n! How did you sleep?" She asked, clasping her hands together as if she were praying.

I nodded slowly, rubbing the sleep from my eyes.

"I think I did good this time..." I replied in a hushed tone before a dizziness took over, I made my way to the table before pulling a chair out and sitting down.

Joyce took note of my behavior and raised an eyebrow, "Are you doing alright? You seem a bit off in your own world," Joyce questioned.

I quickly shook my head, placing my hands between my thighs before speaking, "no, no... I'm fine. I've just been feeling a little sick lately," I reassured her before tilting my head and staring blankly at the hard wood floor.

"Do you wanna eat?" Joyce asked as she walked over to me, setting a plate of eggs on the table in front of me.

I raised my head and looked at Joyce before nodding slowly, I lifted the fork and fiddled with the yellow eggs.

"Any sign of Carter?" I asked.

Joyce paused, before looking down at the counter. She grabbed a small towel and began wiping it down, she sighed.

"No, I haven't seen him since you were with him," she stated.

I frowned, recalling the horrible morning. I pursed my lips and looked down, I set the fork down and cleared my throat. "I'm sorry..." I mumbled.

Joyce shook her head quickly.

"Don't you dare apologize, Y/n. It's not your fault!-"

Oh trust me, I doubt that.

"Carter does what he wants, if he decided to run away then that's his choice. Of course it hurts, but he'll come back..."

If he isn't dead.

I lowered my head before lifting the fork once again, picking up some eggs and shoving them into my mouth.

"Still-" I mumbled.

"I'm sorry," I finished.

There was a long silence, Joyce cleaned up and began to ready herself for what I assumed to be her job. So I didn't bug her, though I preferred her company much more than being alone; I felt like Pennywise would jump out at any second and take me back to the sewers.

But... I'll have to be patient and hope my fears don't come true.