The bustling streets of Derry's town always amazed and wondered Y/N as to how much life was carried in such a busy high street. It was where she would see everyone, other students from her schools, her neighbours, teachers and many more. If she was lucky, she wouldn't bump into Tracy and her goons, or even someone who was much worse.

When she hopped off her bike, she walked along with it on the street, passing old ladies with their large handbags, bidding hellos to those, kids riding their own bikes- happy that summer had arrived. She took the next right of the corner, coming up to her favourite shop that she visited as much as possible when she was younger.

The book shop was connected with a stationery shop as well, which meant when she was finished looking at all the classic literature packed high on shelves, she would move to the other side of the shop and pick out pens and colored pencils to use for drawings.

She would come in here on any day of the year; or at least try to. When she wasn't revising or doing housework, she would come here to be alone with the books, imagining a world that wasn't the one she lived in. She had to agree that she didn't have just one book that she loved, she loved any book she could find.

There was just something about the old book smells, running her fingers over their hand-back covers that was so aesthetically pleasing. She came when it was raining, sunny, windy, any time when she was feeling down or wanted to be away from her home.

When she came closer and closer on the street that held her favourite shop, her heart could only fill up with growing dread, when she saw the figures of a familiar group.

God, she hated them, not just by how they treated the rest of us like a piece of sh*t on their shoes, but more their leader. Henry was terrible, sadistic and attacked like a complete psychopath. It was a surprise that his dad never saw how he acted, a cop; maybe he could smack some sense into the 15-year-old.

Y/N had to act fast, and if she didn't, she would run into them, and she knew how awful it would be from her last experience last fall. She shuddered at the thought running through her mind. A possible plan popped into her mind, and she could only hope that it would work.

She turned the next corner, quickening her speed of a small alleyway, walking to rest her bike behind a large bin, before running to get to the back of the shop. Due to her frequent trips, she had grown a good relationship of the shop owner, and she would give Y/N sometimes the chance to come through the back; since they said it was like a home from home.

The only thing she had to do was climb over a large fence, which to her common way of traveling, she could climb easily. Luckily she was wearing jeans and not a dress it would've ended way worse. She snuck inside, not before taking once last glance behind her to see that she hadn't been seen or followed.

When she stepped through the back, the familiar smell of old books and dust made her feel at home, and she came through the back entrance past the register, seeing the shopkeeper, Mrs Cole- who was old and frail for her age, needing help due to her arthritis- smiled cheerfully to her, and Y/N copied. "Afternoon my dear. You seem to be in a rush!"

Y/N involuntarily gulped, looking hastily behind her then to the front open window, seeing if they were there. "Ah, you know me? I'm so enthusiastic to grab some books, heh." she tried to keep calm and cool on the outside, keeping her heartbeat from not speeding up.

"Oh well, it's so rare to get any visitors your age nowadays. The children all seem to want to play outdoors- so ripe and young-" That one word stood out from the rest, and it sounded almost glitched, but Y/N shook the feeling.

"Well, we all just finished school, it seems everyone i-is trying to get out before the sun goes down."

The old lady smiled, her lips wrinkled and so were her eyes, pale and coated in a glossy sheen. "Summer. It's so nice to see the little kiddies play and grab ice cream, playing with their balloons as they all float." she giggled sweetly- almost too sweetly, swiping her wrinkled pale hand in Y/N's direction. "You run along dearie, take as many books as you please!"

Y/N smiled to her nervously at first, before turning to make her way down one of the aisles. Maybe I should look at one book, it won't hurt. She thought, picking up the books to The Catcher in the Rye and The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr Hyde and Other Tales of Horror, two books that she had read many times before.

She carried them in one hand, before walking to the other side of the shop to get to the pens and pencils, all waiting for her arrival, as if they were calling her name. For a split second, she did think she did hear her name being whispered, as if the books were calling her back. It was so faint that she dismissed it, thinking that it was just a figment of her imagination.

She wondered to the paints and other equipment aisle, bending to crouch as she inspected and picked the right things she needed.

"Y/N~" She jolted, turning her head to the voice, low yet chillingly childlike, it sounded like a little girl speaking. She stood with all her things in her hand, eerily looking from where she was to see if it was someone from her school. "Hello? Mrs Cole? D-Do you need a hand?"

When she received no reply, she didn't waste a second going back the way she had come from, walking quickly to get tot he register, ignoring all fears of being watched. She threw all her things to the desk, and even Mrs Cole seemed surprised at first. "Sweet thing, you look like you saw a ghost, are you alright?" She slowly reached for each item, and begun putting them in an opaque plastic bag.

"Y-Yeah, I was just reading one of the scarier novels." she forced herself to laugh at the thought, being scared of someone possibly being there. "Well, there you go! Free of charge! You're always my favourite customer!" She smiled toothily. "Are you sure?" She pulled out all the change from her pocket. "I've got the m-money, I'll feel bad to not pay-"

"Nonsense! It's fine, you go enjoy yourself, just make sure to get home quickly before it gets dark. You don't want anything to go eat ya!" She shuddered when Mrs Cole laughed, dismissing what she had just said. She's old, she won't be thinking. She repeated in her mind, taking the plastic bag and bidding a thanks and farewell, coming back the way she had just come from.

She went the same way she had come through: over the metal fence and rounding the corner to grab her bike. I'm on the home stretch, as long as I'm not seen- She wanted to hope that she could get out from being seen by anyone: her demons or the people she hated, but it seemed that whoever watched over her wanted to see her suffer.

When she stepped out of the dark alleyway she had been in, she was to turn left, to go back home, but she was confronted by the mullet-wearing, twisted psycho, leaning against the nearby wall, casually as all seemed.

"Where you headin' princess?" he mocked, and Y/N could see the sardonic blue eyes. Y/N didn't know just how to reply to his question, and she found herself quickly turning her bike the opposite way, hoping that she could slip out before things got messy.

"Where you going? We're just gettin' started, aren't we boys?" She was grabbed by her wrist, and before she knew it, her bike was crashed to the ground and she was being dragged back into the same alleyway.

She saw who was surrounding her, the infamous traitorous Bowers group that consisted of Henry Bowers, Patrick Hockstetter, Belch Huggins and Victor Criss. They all sneered and smirked as she struggled to get out of Henry's grip.

"L-Let me go Henry..." She whimpered, his grip on her arm was tightening by the seconds, and she could only hope that she could get out of it. "What's with the thick jacket? It's summer, shouldn't you be wearing somethin' a bit more... revealing..." Henry commented, and she could hear the howling of laughter coming from Patrick.

"N-No, please..." She struggled, tears welling in her eyes, but she tried to keep them from not falling. She couldn't be seen as weak in front of them, that's what they fed off on, her fear. "Look at her Henry," Patrick mused, taller than her and coming to her other side, "maybe we should take a look at what's underneath all those clothes..."

"No! S-Stop! Please! Someone help!-" She tried screaming out, in hopes some stranger would come to her aid; a night in shining armor, but she was left forgotten and in the hands of these boys. "I bet she can't wait to get out of 'em clothes," said Henry, licking his lips. "I won't deny that I have a thing for older women-"

"LET GO!" She screamed, and when she tried to get as close to him, she watched in horror as he did the thing she wanted no-one to see. He tugged at the material hard enough to cause a large tear, with also the help from the other guys. She screamed and cried, not caring of the tears as she waited for the comments.

Her top was short sleeved underneath her brown jacket, and they could now see the faint outlines of a few lines made just around her torso. "You cut yourself?" Henry commented, before a loud laugh came out from his mouth. "What a wannabe slut! You do it to get the attention from boys, ya whore?"

"I bet she wants to be as popular as Tracy." commented Belch, smirking lowly. "Should we give her a new makeover then guys?" Henry asked, and the other three boys nodded and smirked. Before she had time to scream and try and get out of their grips, Huggins and Criss grabbed her by the arms, dragging her kicking and screaming to the wall, with Patrick at the last minute putting his large hand around her mouth to cut off her pleads.

"First things first," Henry fiddled with something from his jean pockets, pulling it out and revealing to her his prized procession, "we need to make you look like one of the popular girls." flipping up the blade of his knife, the blade glinting in the sunlight that came through.

Y/N's E/C eyes widened, more tears slipping as she screamed through muffled protests, trying to kick and struggle to get out of their grips. "Don't cry..." Henry further mocked her, "when we're done with you, you'll be a brand new woman..." Belch burped loudly in her face, Vic laughed and Patrick winked and licked his own lips, like a hungry wolf, "and when we finish taking turns with ya, well, you will be a brand new you."

Y/N tried screaming again, but it made it difficult to shout out for help, so the only thing she could do was bit down hard on Patrick's hand, so hard that she tried to bit back the uncomfortable feeling of biting down to the bone.

"F*ck! The b*tch just bit me!" she was given the chance for a final plead for help. "H-HELP SOMEONE! HELP ME-" Before she was sent a harsh punch to her face, her head spinning and her head dropping, for sure blood would be dripping from my nose down her mouth.

"SHUT UP! JUST SHUT UP!" Henry screeched shaking her with might, his fists clutched in her H/C hair, twisting tightly. "I'll kill ya if you make one more sound b*tch! I'll carve your tongue out your disgusting mouth!" he threatened her, and she whimpered, the blade of his knife incredibly close to her face.

This is how I get raped and killed, by these assholes. She thought through her clouded mind, her head throbbing with pain. She had to do something, she had to get out of this. With the last amount of strength she had left in her body, she kicked her leg up, trying her best to aim straight for Henry's groin.

A scream and curse came from his mouth, the knife dropping as he clutched his crowned jewels. In the other guy's states of shock, she shoved and kicked her way out of their arms, taking off as quickly as she could, grabbing her bike and making a run for it.

"I'LL F*CKING KILL HER! GET HER! F*CKING GET HER!" She couldn't stop running, hearing Henry's screeching as she knew they were chasing her. She put her bike down on the ground, getting on it and peddling as fast as her legs could peddle, dodging pedestrians and walkers by.

She took down the road too, avoiding the cars trying past as she tried to weave her way through the traffic, adrenaline rushing through her blood. She peddled all across the town of Derry, until she was close in getting home. She couldn't just go back home, they would just come in and trash her house if she was alone.

She was praying that at least her mom would be back if she tried to out-ride them. She sped off quicker on her small rusty bike, her legs aching her, but she needed to lose them. When she was riding closer to the neighbourhood of where her house was, she took a sharp left, hoping to go where not many people went, The Barrens.

She hoped that she could hide from them, hide in the woods before it got too dark, and that she would then just head home before she got in trouble with her mom. She took off down the road, speeding up, before she came down to the long shallow stream, just off the side of where the Kissing Bridge was.

She hoped off her bike, hiding it in some shrubs before taking off down the hill, tumbling and falling from such worry of getting caught by them. She ran and ran down the stream, the water just came to her shins, cold and make her feet numb in her sneakers.

She ran and ran, tired out and sore all over, but she kept on going, until she came across a large enough opening of a sewer pipe. She didn't waste anytime in shoving her way inside, ducking under the vines that hung outside the opening.

She stood just about in the utter darkness, and she couldn't see anything but the light shining down on her jeans and the dirty water below her. She caught her breathing, and she could taste the metallic taste of blood in the back of her throat. She softly groaned, wiping her nose, the blood smeared on her hand.

"Dammit, what will mom think?" She whispered to herself, ignoring how scary it was in the sewer. It wasn't until the stench hit her; she had been so occupied on her own life, that she hadn't noticed the putrid smell of old dirty sewers around her. She gagged quietly, covering her nose as she waited more and more, hoping that the Bowers Gang wouldn't find her here.

"Y/N~" That same voice called out for her, this time further inside the sewers, the darkness made it difficult to see what it was. Just your imagination. She repeated, ignoring the nagging feeling in the back of her head, telling her to get the hell out before something else would come and get you. There wasn't anything though, and she was over thinking it all.

She waited for five minutes, then ten, and by that time, she knew she had to start heading back, or else she would've been late.

She emerged out of the sewer opening, the sunset was just about setting now, and she hurried the same way she came from, trying to remember her steps on where she had left her bike, all but forgetting of something watching her from the shadows of the sewers, a pair of yellow eyes.

Welp, hope you enjoyed this chapter! It got a bit too intense, but hopefully it wasn't too much! See you soon!!