It was dark. I was sitting in a small, bare room, barely able to distinguish the outlines of the walls and floor. As I looked up, I noticed the faint outline of sunlight peeking through tiny cracks in the ceiling. The sound of voices carried down.

"No I didn't!" I heard a girl say. It sounded like they were right above me, as if they were standing directly on the roof. "Bill, I swear on my mother's name!"

I froze. Did she just say Bill?

"I didn't." I heard her say again, her voice becoming strangely familiar. As soon as the next voice spoke, there was no denying who was up there.

"So what do we do now?" Richie asked, and I almost let out a cry of relief. My friends were here! My friends were going to save me!

But save me from what?

I couldn't remember. I could conjure up nothing of my past, I only knew. I knew I was in danger, and I knew that these people were my friends.

"W-we all go down, because that's w-wh-what w-we're supposed to d-do." I heard Bill say, and my heart gave a leap. They were coming down. They were going to save me! I stood up and let out a yell to get their attention, but they either didn't hear it or didn't care.

"And if we all pass out?" Eddie asked.

"If B-bev's telling the truth, and she is, then w-we w-w-on't." Bill replied.

"How do you know?" Stan cut in.

"I j-just do."

And with that, the roof opened. I had to blink twice to believe what I was seeing. Sunlight spilled into the room, allowing me to see it for what it really was.

Dirt. The floor and walls were made of dirt, and the roof planks covered by even more dirt. Every time someone above took a step, dirt would fly down and coat the already dirty floor.

I was underground. I could tell from how the trees outside loomed upwards. I ran towards the opening and tried to pull myself up. But as soon as my hand touched that empty space where the earth met aboveground, an electrical shock ran spread from my fingertips to the rest of my body and launched me backwards.

I landed on my back, the wind knocked out of me. I rolled onto my side, gasping for breath as I heard someone land on the floor beside me.

After a couple of seconds, I'd recovered enough to sit up. Richie and Ben stood in the room holding rocks. They didn't even look at me before they started placing them in a circular shape in the middle of the floor.

"Richie? Ben?" I said, my voice raspy, but it was as if they hadn't heard me. They continued to be passed down rocks from the open trapdoor, until Ben said, "Okay, that's enough."

Soon the rest of the Losers piled in, carrying armfuls of green leaves and sticks.

"Guys?" I asked. "What are you doing?"

There was still no reply. I tried grabbing onto Beverly's arm, but jolted away in surprise. My hand had gone through her, as if she was a ghost.

As if I was a ghost.

I brought my hand to my face and covered my mouth and nose. My straight nose. For some reason, I knew my nose should have been broken and that I was supposed to be missing a front tooth. But everything was intact and I wasn't sure whether I should have felt worried or relieved.

I tried touching Mike this time, but again, my hand passed right through him. I pressed my back against the corner of the room, watching as they each placed their armfuls onto the pile of stones.

I was scared and confused.

Was I dead? Was my ghost now watching over the rest of the Losers?

I couldn't remember how I had died, though. I couldn't remember anything!

I tried to stay out of everyone's way as they continued to do whatever they were doing, even though my presence would do nothing to stop their actions. I was beyond disturbed that I couldn't touch them and I never wanted to see my hand pass through them ever again.

Finally, Bill closed the trapdoor and we were submerged into darkness once again. I could only just make out the outline of my friends.

"Th-there." Bill said. "There's our smoke hole. Do we have any kih-kih-kindling?"

"You can use this." Mike handed something to Bill, who tore and placed it on the pile they had made. It was only then, when Beverly lit a match, that I realised what the pile was.

She through the small stick of fire and yellow flames blazed up, illuminating everyone's faces. They were all sitting with their backs against the wall and watching the fire with expressions of awe. I found myself following suit, and slid down until I felt my bottom hit the cool floor. It was a tight squeeze, even though I couldn't physically feel the others, but both my shoulders had disappeared into the others' beside me.

Smoke started to fill the room. Some of it escaped from the small cracks in the roof, but there was no wind to create a draft and most of it stayed below.

I must not have been that dead, because I still felt my eyes sting and throat burn from the fumes. I covered my mouth with my top to filter the air.

Eddie coughed and I wondered what he was doing down here, what anyone was doing down here.

Were they trying to kill themselves?

The smoke couldn't be good for Eddie's asthma.

I saw Bill throw more branches being thrown into the pit of fire, and I shook my head in disbelief. If they were playing some sort of game for fun, it was one hell of a dangerous one.

"An-anyone having any v-visions?" Bill asked.

Visions? Why would anybody be having visions?

"Yeah, visions of getting out of here." Stan replied from my left. Beverly let out a laugh, which soon turned into a fit of coughs and choking.

"Smoke's killing me." I heard Ben say.

My lungs felt as if they were on fire now, but I resisted the urge to let out a cough. I knew if I did, I wouldn't be able to stop.

"So leave." Richie said from my right. I turned to look at him, my eyes watering, and saw him concentrating heavily on the fire. He barely looked as if the smoke affected him at all. Maybe it was because of his glasses.

I then realised something strange. When I had first sat down, I could've sworn my arms were touching, or passing through, those next to me. But now, there was a foot's distance between Richie, Stan and I.

"The room's bigger, ladies and gents." Richie said, confirming my suspicions. I wasn't seeing things.

Or maybe I was, and we were all hallucinating.

Suddenly, Richie started coughing. Soon, other's did too. I pressed my shirt tighter against my face and let out a groan.

Sunlight spilled into the room and I vaguely made out Stan lifting himself through the trapdoor.

"Sorry." he gasped through his coughs. "Sorry, I can't-"

"It's okay." I heard Richie say.

"Guys, what are we doing?" I managed to ask as the trapdoor closed. Nobody replied.

I couldn't take it anymore. The burning in my chest had gotten so intense that I let out a cough involuntarily, followed by several more. Through my fit, I saw two people leave. Once I had calmed down, I realised it had been Ben and Eddie.

I noticed Mike sitting cross-legged and looking eerily at ease, despite his bloodshot eyes. I wondered if mine looked like that too.

Smoke continued to fill the room and I found myself becoming light-headed. I started having thoughts that I couldn't describe, as if an eye had been opened in my brain full of visions that couldn't be translated into words.

My thoughts were cut off as someone else climbed out, and I watched the red hair disappear from view.

"Ih-it is bigger." Bill said.

I looked around. Richie was next to me, only he wasn't really. He was at least three metres to my right, and Bill and Mike were opposite me and were over several away. The room had grown to the size of a classroom.

I rubbed my eyes, convinced I was seeing things.

"Doesn't matter." Mike said. "It's gonna come pretty quick. Something is."

What is?

I was almost positive they were trying to kill themselves.

"Yeah, but I-I-I-" Bill was cut off by a fit of coughs, and I saw him stumble up through the trapdoor. "Guh-good luck."

I'd had enough. I got up and staggered towards the exit, my eyes burning and throat on fire. But when I pushed on the trapdoor, it wouldn't budge.

"Guys! Let me out!" I shouted, thrusting my fists against it as I let out a series of coughs.

If I wasn't already dead now, I would be soon. The flame in my chest grew bigger, and bigger, and bigger, until I fell to my knees.

Suddenly, the fire disappeared. I didn't know what had happened, but it was like my lungs had adapted. I could see clearer now, even though I knew they were as bloodshot as Mike's and Richie's.

Each breath I took was soothing, despite the lack of oxygen in my air.

It was like that eye in my mind had opened again, and I found myself realising things I didn't realise were true.

The world was flat, not round. Somehow, I knew it was all a lie to get us to stop falling off of the edge.

I wanted to jump off it, though. I wanted to jump off and float through space like a rubber ducky in a bathtub.

"How you feeling Rich?" Mike asked.

"Better. Pretty good. You?" he replied.

A blue rubber ducky, though. Yellow was too unnatural.

"Same. Have you been having some funny thoughts?"

"Yeah. I thought I was Sherlock Holmes for a minute there." Richie said. "Wow, your eyes are so red you wouldn't believe it."

"Your's too."

They grinned at each other and I let out a sigh and looked up.

I began to drift away. Up and up I floated, just like a balloon.

"You guys okay?" I heard Bill ask.

"Just peachy." Richie replied.

I felt it coming. Whatever it was, whatever we were waiting for, it was coming. I saw Richie and Mike reach out and grab each other's hands, and I made forward to do so too, but I was too late.

I couldn't stop floating. Up, up, and up I went, until the two boys were just dots on the floor.