Y/n P.o.v

Three days until the funeral.

I drew in a deep breath and forced the soup down my throat, the warm liquid sinking down and sending a disgusted shiver down my contorted back.

I had eaten the entire bowl of soup.

Though it wasn't very enjoyable.

I sat up in my bed, I lifted the tray of empty dishes and set it on the small dresser beside my bed.

I had a lot to think about at the moment, for example- the TV.

I took a long moment to recuperate before raising my e/c eyes to look at the black screened TV. I narrowed my eyes and grabbed the remote off of the dresser beside me, I pulled the remote in front of myself and pointed it at the TV, I set my thumb against the 'ON' button- sadly, before I could press the button the door to my room opened.

Two men walked in, they both seemed the slightest bit formally dressed.

"Ms. L/n." One of them sighed, pulling a badge out of his pocket and revealing it to me. Police.

"Hi..." I mumbled, setting the remote on my lap.

The men stood at the foot of my bed, eyeing me with narrowed eyes.

The older man with a wrinkled face began to speak, "We just wanna fill you in on a few things, hopefully we can get some more answers," he finished.

The younger officer nodded in agreement, his wavy hair falling into his face. "We haven't found Carter yet-"

I paused, my eyes widening.

"Oh god!-" both police shook their heads quickly, "No, no!" The older one spoke up quickly, now allowing the younger one to continue: "Now, this could be a good thing. Your friend may have gotten away, we just need to find him. But if he hasn't... We need to know if you know of any other possible hideouts your kidnapper may have used?" He requested, crossing his arms over his chest.

I took a deep breath, my heart beat picking up its pace. "The sewers..."

There was a silence that filled the room, the police looked at each other with judgmental faces. But their thoughts were interrupted when I let out a dry heaved cough, I covered my mouth with my small hand and climbed out of the bed as fast as I could. I grabbed hold of the metal stand beside my body that held a ton of my medical things, I hoisted myself to my feet and rolled the wheels of the stand with me as I limped towards the connected bathroom.

The younger male got closer to me, "Are you alright?" He asked, only for me to nod quickly and throw the bathroom door open.

I didn't even have a chance to close the door, I took a step into the bathroom before crumbling to the floor.

The metal pole tipping and falling onto my damaged back.

I began to heave, my chest moving up and down as I began to choke on the riding vomit in my throat.

The officers stood in the doorway, watching with disappointment.

I couldn't tell if they felt pity for me or not, but I was too busy throwing up to care.

My recent meal of soup came fast, expelling from my stomach at a rapid speed. This lasted longer than normal, I couldn't breath.

The cops turned their attention to the door swinging open, Agatha rushing in with wide eyes. "Dammit!" She growled under her breath before marching over and grabbing ahold of my shoulders, she began to pull me to my feet.

I cupped a hand over my mouth in an attempt to hold back the rest of the puke that filled my maw.

I shivers and gagged when the warm, chunky liquid seeped out from between my thin fingers.

Agatha pushed me towards the toilet before sitting me down, I keeled over and began to throw up the rest of my insides into the bowl of the toilet.

Agatha rubbed my back to comfort me, she turned her head to stared at the two officers who stood in the doorway, watching. Agatha narrowed her eyes and glared at them as my cries of disgust filled the room.

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I rolled over and onto my side, turning my body away from anyone that may be in the room.

Not that there was anyone.

Agatha had given me multiple shots and forced the police to leave, and then she put me back to bed.

She had stayed to clean the disgusting barf puddle I had left on the bathroom floor; and then she finally left.

My eyes searched the barren walls of the room, I sighed and closed my eyes, now allowing my thoughts a chance to wonder.

And sadly, my mind immediately went to that mother fucking clown.

If he really was coming back for me...

When would he take me?

What is he going to do if he does get me back?

There's no doubt that he must be furious, he may just terrify me to death then feast on my flesh.

But then again, he seems to like to torture me.

A shiver ran down my spine, okay!-

Enough dark thoughts for today.

I took a deep breath before breathing it out, I bit my bottom lip and pulled the thick blanket that lay scrunched up on the foot of the bed over my weak body.

I need to try to sleep more.

So what if I already slept for more than twenty-four hours, it feels better than laying around and waiting to be kidnapped by Pennywise.

Sleep it is.

~

Pennywise rose to his feet, he stared down at me with a sickening smile.

He stepped to the side to reveal a sewer drain just ahead of us.

My eyes widened, they went from the sewer and up to Pennywise.

I placed my hand and nub on the concrete, I began to push against the ground; trying to stand.

I cringed at the pain that engulfed my small body.

I lifted my arm that was missing a hand and shook it to try to rid the pain that climbed my limb and scourged through the rest of my trembling body.

Pennywise turned his body and made his way towards the sewer, he removed an arm from around my baby that lay in his arm.

He watched me intently, his grin growing as he kneeled down in front of the sewer entrance.

He extended his arm out and lay my baby onto the wet concrete, the infant began to cry.

He pushed my baby just in front of the drain.

I narrowed my eyes at Pennywise, his actions obviously confusing me.

He tilted his head, raising his brows as his smile transformed into a toothy grin. His blue eyes only seemed to look like an even brighter blue.

He placed his gloved hand beside the body of my baby, the infants cries only growing louder.

I attempted to crawl closer.

But I couldn't move, my limbs frozen in place; only my eyes moving.

Pennywise began to slide his hand closer to my baby, slightly pushing the small, innocent body towards the sewer opening.

My eyes widened, nearly bulging out of my head.

With one swift shove, Pennywise swung my baby down into the sewer.

He bent his upper body a bit to stare at the sewer drain.

My body began to shake violently, and I forced my head to shake.

I opened my mouth and screamed, but nothing came of it.

Everything was silent.

My eyes flung to the sewer opening, and in a split second.

A gloved hand peeked out from inside the sewer, it began to slide forward; as if climbing.

Another hand grew from inside the drain, only this time it was a black, clawed hand. With only four claws extending from the palm.

They began to grow further out of the sewer, the arms much too long for a normal human.

My jaw dropped at the sight before me, Pennywise turned his head to see my reaction, a cocky grin now spread across his face. He threw his head back- and laughed.

And that's all I heard.