Y/n P.o.v

Six days until the funeral.

I had stopped crying.

There wasn't enough water in my body to be able to produce tears, so I dry cried. My eyes still shut as I let out whimpers and whines of sorrow.

It had been at least two hours.

What else was I supposed to do?

Get up and do a "Fuck you, Pennywise!" Dance? I couldn't exactly bare enough strength to get up in the first place.

I placed my hands against my face and felt my skin, my cheeks were pink and puffy from my now dried tears.

I lowered my hands to the floor as I slowly opened my eyes, only to stare down at my stomach. My poor baby was still in there.

Only dead.

I let out a breathless cry and laid the back of my head against the pile of kids belongings behind my weak frame.

I placed a hand against my belly before my eyes began searching the area above me, it felt to me as if the floating bodies of children were watching me.

Only a few of them had the front of their bodies facing the floor below them, others floated upright.

I tilted my head as I watched the bodies float slowly around the pile.

I could feel the innocence of a child escaping the mountain of lost goods, it only ruined my mind and mood more.

"Is my baby up there too?..." I whispered in a hoarse voice, I waited quietly as if expecting the floating corpses to respond.

I shook my head and lowered it to stare blankly at the cement floor.

I pursed my lips and slowly set my hands beside my hips, I pressed my weight against them in an attempt to hoist my body up and into a standing position.

I let out a yelp of pain as I shuffled my feet to stand, I slowly shifted my body to the side to grip a random toy that poked out from the mountain of toys, shoes, and clothes.

I pulled the rest of my body upward until I was on my feet.

My body ached all over and my back let out small pops whenever I moved.

I slowly made my way across the large room, getting as far away as I could from the large mountain of lost things.

I shifted my head around the surrounding area to see where I could go.

nowhere.

Bot surprised.

Oh yeah, I forgot I was a bit fucked down here.

I let out a sigh of annoyance and took another step forward before my knees buckled, I collapsed to the hard floor. I groaned in pain and took a deep breath to calm myself.

I closed my eyes slowly and breathed.

Calm down.

Shh.

Calm down...

~

The bright white light slowly began to dim, I could see the faint silhouettes of people grouped together, making their way towards my frail and bloodied body.

My wounds were bleeding terribly, my blood didn't sink to the road floor.

Instead the red ooze climbed up my skin and floated upwards.

My eyes slowly shifted to see the shadows of people surrounding my small body, I could hear the slurred talk amongst them.

I couldn't understand a word they had been saying.

"Y/n..." The quiet voice chimed through all the unclear ones.

I weakly raised my head.

"Y/n!..." The voice echoed around me.

I shifted my head to look around me, all the people around me were unclear; only shadows.

"Y/n!"

I turned my head forward only to come face to face with my Mom and Brother.

"Hi, baby..." My mom whispered softly to me.

Her eyes were half lidded as she spoke, a small, reassuring smile sat upon her pale face.

Grayson stood beside her.

Hand in hand.

His skin was clear.

No visible injuries.

I smiled weakly and tried to sit up.

My mom held a hand out, signaling for me to stop. She remained calm.

"No, no..." She hummed softly.

I lowered my eyes to examine her outfit.

I long, white gown draped down her body. She looked beautiful.

I missed her.

I turned to look at Grayson.

All my fond memories flashing into my weak mind, he wore the last outfit I had ever seen him in.

A striped shirt.

Blue denim jeans.

I laid my head back down and breathed in slowly, I flinched at the sound of my family taking slow steps closer to my dying body.

My mom slowly lowered her body, she sat upon her knees.

She stared down at me with calm eyes.

"Are you ready to come home?..." She asked, her voice so flat, yet so soothing.

Grayson made his way beside her, sitting down soon after.

"I miss you, Y/n..." He weeped quietly.

I stared blankly at the two.

My arms slowly lifting off the ground and reaching for my mom.

She instinctively leaned forward and wrapped her arms under my arms, giving me a warm embrace.

I took in her scent as my weak arms went limp over her shoulders.

I rested my head on the crook of her neck and began to silently cry.

Grayson slowly leaning in to join the hug.

"Do you want to come home, Y/n?..." My mom asked quietly.

I slowly nodded.

"I want you, Mommy..."

"I miss you so much..."

I began to weep, my eyes half lidded as I stared at the shadowed crowd the surrounded the three of us.

"Are you sure?..." She asked.

And then I heard the smallest chime of bells echo around me.

My eyes shot open.

But my body refused to move.

I stared forward, the silhouettes slowly shifting to the side as to move out of my line of sight.

I gulped as I watched them escape my view.

A moment had passed, once they all disappeared I continued to stare ahead.

Only to be greeted with the image of Pennywise, a good distance away.

My eyes widened when I realized he was staring at me with a pointed grin.

His hair was hung low in front of his face, still wet.

His clown suit seemed to shine against the lights that filled the blank scenery around us.

And then I noticed the baby in his hands. He held it close to where I assumed his heart would be.

If he even had one.

The small creature lay curled in his grasp, he didn't hold the baby with any form of anger. Or intention to hurt the small being.

I could just barely see a hint of ginger hair against the small white head of the baby.

The small baby was not facing my direction.

I could not see its face.

"My- baby..." I whispered.

Pennywise, almost as if being called; began to approach.

He stared down at me with his sickening grin.

My grip around my mom began to tighten, so hers did the same.

"Do you want to come home, Y/n?" She asked once again.

Her warm grasp becoming cold.

I watched intently as Pennywise took a few more steps forward before arriving in front of me.

He towered over my mom, Grayson, and I.

"Y/n, do you?" She hummed.

Her voice less appealing than before.

I slowly pulled away.

And when my grasp left my mom...

She faded.

And so did my brother.

I quickly reached a weak arm out, as if hoping to grab them and pull them back.

Had I just denied the question proposed to me?...

Was the cold...

Me...

Dying?

I slowly turned my head to look up at Pennywise, he stared down at me.

His beautiful blue eyes staring down at me, studying me.

He slowly kneeled down in front of me.

He shifted his armed position to face my baby towards me.

So I could see its face.

All of it at that.

My eyes widened at the sight of my baby.

I reached my arms out.

Requesting to hold it.

Pennywise pulled my baby away, shaking his head slowly with a quiet growl.

I withdrew my hands.

Pennywise won't let me hold .