- Mom's name

- Mom's eye color

By the time Y/N had reached her home, it was by far very dark, and there were so many excuses she was thinking over and over in her head, but it didn't seem like she could think of a possible one that seemed to be good to use for her mom.

I was attacked by a wild bear? Or a dog with rabies? She pondered, towing her bike into the garage and going up the stairs to come into the hallway. She listened out for small noises; the humming of the stove, the buzzing of the lights on the ceiling. She knew for a fact that her mom was home.

, what would she say now, she was so screwed: grounded at least for the rest of the summer perhaps? At least it'll get me out from being attacked by the Bowers goons. "Y/N? Is that you?" She called out from the kitchen, probably making dinner. Y/N dared didn't move, but her mom continued. "Where the hell have you been? Where are you, come in here!"

Y/N sighed in defeat, stepping into the small kitchen, where her mom was stood behind the stove, stirring whatever the hell it was, maybe tomato soup. The moment her mom laid eyes on her daughter, her M/E/C widened, dropping the spoon, rounding around the kitchen aisle, inspecting her with worried eyes.

"Jesus, what the hell happened? Who did this to you?" She bombarded Y/N with a serious of questions, all that didn't give Y/N the chance to speak. Don't lie, don't lie, don't lie. "I-I fell..." she lied through her teeth, cursing herself for the sh*t excuse.

"You fell?" She repeated it carefully, and Y/N knew how terrible it was. "Why are your clothes wet? I thought you didn't like the water!" She was becoming more suspicious. "I fell... in a river..." Y/N quietly mumbled, looking down.

"And your nose is bleeding? Where's your jacket? I thought I told you not to forget your jacket-" her M/E/C fell towards Y/N's arm, her torso ripped and showing the scars from previous inflicting on herself. Before she had the time to answer, Y/N slipped away, quickly running to her room, ignoring her mom's calls for her to come back or whatever it was that were on her body.

"S-Stop talking about it! Please!" Y/N pleaded, shouting from the top of the stairs, as she tried to keep her breathing calm, everything on her sore. She couldn't stand sometimes to be in the same room as her; M/N was a very serious, hardworking woman, an only parent looking after a child who she thought 'didn't do a lot in terms of working'.

It was difficult, for the both of them. Y/N struggled some points in her studies and her relationship with her mom was terrible- almost everything ended up in arguments, tears and broken glass.

Y/N run to her bedroom, slamming the door and pressing her back against it, until she slid down to the floor, tears welling up in her eyes, and trying her best not to cry out loud.

Everything sucked today, and she couldn't speak to her mom about any of her problems, since all she could get is a harsh nagging, no dinner and being grounded for two days.

She sorely rubbed the back of her head, where Bowers had gripped it so tightly, sore and numb was all she felt all over. She was tormented, teased and pushed, and all she could do was slowly close her eyes, counting back from ten. She found out it was the best way to control her anxiety and troubles, calming her down once she had hit 1.

When she opened her eyes, she looked around her small basic bedroom. Everything about this house was small and tiny, and the rent was insane. She couldn't have everything she wanted; nice clothes a large bed etc, but she had the necessary things: a single bed, a small closet, a wooden desk that she got from a garage sale, a small book shelf, and posters that all teenage girls had hanging on their walls.

It was always dark in her room; curtains usually always shut closed to block the sunlight, but luckily she had kept them slightly ajar before she had left. She sighed, standing up looking around briefly- it was insanely messy, and she hadn't cleaned it up since this morning before she went to school for the last time.

I best clean this up before mom has my head for not cleaning. She observed, before going to her bedroom window, pulling the curtains further in to shut off the curtains from the outside world. She turned on her small bedside lamp, thinking that it was best to maybe go for a bath to soothe her problems, to let all her feelings swim down the drain.

She went to the only bathroom in the whole house, small and only had a bath, a small sink and a mirror. The entire bathroom was a dirty grey colour; the tiles and the walls, everything was a disgusting colour. She slipped out of her clothes, pooling around her ankles, running a bath- bubbles forming slowly from the soups.

Whilst the bath was running, she went to stand half naked in front of her mirror, cracked and dirty from lack of cleaning. She got a clean cloth from underneath the sink, dampening with cool water, scrubbing the dried up blood from her nose and on her lips, scrubbing it too hard until it made her S/C skin sore.

When she was ready she took off the rest of her clothes, getting into the bath and soaking her sore muscles in the water. She was lucky that the water was shallow; she had always had a fear of deep water ever since she was a child, almost drowning one summer.

Since then, she tried to avoid water that reacted her torso when she stood in it. Whenever she went to go have a bath, she had to always breath slowly in and out from her nose and mouth.

She soaked her H/C hair, gently massaging her hair with shampoos, trying to not make her head too sore. She soaked her hair in the water with a small cup to get rid of the shampoo, before laying her head against the bath tub, closing her eyes.

"Y/N, come float.~" She shivered, a girl's voice- chilling and sickly too sweet- echoed in the small room. When Y/N opened her eyes, she saw that there was no-one there, meaning that she was just over-thinking everything once again-

"Y/N, I'm here.~" It continued, and it seemed like the voice was oddly coming from the sink. She raised her head up higher, "Hello? M-Mom, you outside?" but she received no answer. "Hello, w-who's there?" she whispered, relieved at first to not get an answer, but was surprised to hear the same voice.

She remembered her; she was a girl who was in the 11th grade, who went missing back in the fall, after when Georgie Denbrough went missing. They were quick to forget about her missing after a few months at high school, since there were many more after her.

Y/N emerged from the bath, wrapping a towel around her body, her H/C wet and dripping to the floor. "There's many more down here... and when you're here with us... you'll float, yes, you'll float like a balloon down here. We ALL float down here..." the voice near to the end became more gargled, as if whoever was speaking was slowly choking on water, bubbles of something dark gargling and spluttering up the pipes.-

"Y/N, who are you talking to?" Her mom's voice brought her back to reality, and she almost jumped, "Erm... no-one mom..." she shouted back, "Well, whatever you're doing, dinner will be ready in five, are you coming down?" "Yeah..." she said, "eventually." whispering the last part, before leaving the bathroom before more weird things could happen.

"So... how was your last day?" M/N asked after some time of silence, both eating their dinner of tomato soup and stale bread at the kitchen island table. Y/N was chewing on the bland bread, looking to meet her mother's eyes, contemplating on what to say. "Fine... It was fine." she stirred her spoon around the rim of the bowl, cracked from dropping it once.

"Fine... hmm... is that where you fell too? Where you got the bloody nose," Her mom asked, chewing lightly. "and the scars too-" Y/N harshly dropped her spoon, and it clanged loudly on the table. "... I don't wanna talk about it... I said so."

"Well, I'm not asking if you want to talk about it, I'm asking is why did you do it?" Her mom leaned forward more, "Are you trying to gain attention?" There we go with the 'trying to get attention' thing. She almost rolled her E/C eyes at the thought, clutching at her brown cardigan harder. "You did it for some reason, was it at school? Stress of studying, the girls and boys-"

"It nothing." Y/N spat, growing frustrated.It was bad enough hearing it being spat from Henry's mouth, and now her own mom thought she was trying to be a attention seeking wannabe. It was difficult to not say that her relationship with her mother and the tension at home was what started her self-harming, all the rest happened at school.

Y/N pushed her bowl forward, "I'm finished, I'm going to bed." "It's only eight-thirty." her mom noted, but Y/N was too pissed off to stay up still. "I know, I'm tired... night." she went to collect her bowl and put it in the sink, before heading back up the stairs.

When she was in her room, Y/N changed; an old men's Coca Cola t-shirt, black shorts and a pair of old crusty socks. "If I'm to stay in this house for the rest of the summer, I think I'll grow insane." Y/N grumbled, getting into her bed and throwing on the duvet, thinking over the crap day she had, wishing that she hadn't woken up to go to school.

She shut her eyes closed, trying to force herself to dream of anything: winning the lottery, traveling out of this sh*tty town, pixies and unicorns, anything! She finally grew tired, her E/C eyes heavy, and she allowed sleep to let her drift off.

When she dreamed, Y/N tried to allow herself to go to another world; a world like the books she read, like the Hobbit books, but this time, her dream took her somewhere unfamiliar, and when she found herself, she found it odd.

Y/N had never been to a carnival in all of her life, meaning this purpose and reason for this dream was confusing. It was all odd and strange, and she found herself roaming around alone. It was a huge wasteland, the ruins and carnage, like this carnival had been dead for three centuries. She looked around, walking like she was being forced to walk.

When she came to the big red tent, her only view was taken by the large wooden display that was presented in front of her. Large swirling lettering in white font, colourful and bright to get anyone's attention, a name that had been written on said display.

"Pennywise the Dancing Clown?" God, she hated clowns, but not that she had a fear for them, she found them creepy and weird, but if this clown could dance and didn't help in the organizations of children's parties, she was down to see what was different about this performer.

She stepped inside the red tent, and everything seemed to be just as dead as it was on the outside, making her feel disappointed. There was only one thing that was sitting in the middle of the large tent, and that was a small Jack-in-the-box, tattered and looked to of seen better days.

She hadn't even touched nor moved it, and it begun to play the small eerily creepy tune before a small clown figurine popped up when the box opened, a small little cackle followed by its appearance. When she thought she had grown bored, she could hear the distant tune of another familiar song: an English nursery rhyme of Oranges and Lemons, but the sinister and ominous version.

She slowly followed the song, but in her mind she was begging for herself to wake up, to not stay, but she was just entranced, as if something was trying to keep her from going away.

She entered through a smaller door, and it was darkness, the only path she had was small and there seemed to be a large dark blue cloth hiding something from her on both sides. The music suddenly stopped and when she stood just in the middle of it all, was when the large drapes came tumbling off, and the music came screaming back into her head.

She was surrounded by mirrors and when she looked back, she saw that the path she had taken was blocked off by another tall wide mirror. There was no way she could escape. But what was it that was trying to keep her from escaping?

When she looked to the mirrors she saw that all of them showed her but in different appearances. The mirrors were the type you got at a funfair where they changed your size and how tall you were, all but one. When she turned fully around, she saw that all but one were normal, and she could see her whole body on the other side, smiling at her a bit too strangely.

The mirror version of herself spoke, and she saw nothing different of this version of her. "W-Who?" Y/N asked, but her other version didn't reply to her question, her smile looked wider if possible.

She tried to step backwards, and she was allowed, but she stepped into something soft and big, as if it was towering over her. "Come float..." A gloved hand was stopping her from turning around to confront the person, and in the mirror, she could see the shadowy figure standing behind her, a claw-like hand holding her shoulder.

And when she tried to look for a face, all she could see were yellow eyes staring back at her, glowing brightly like a large flame. Before she knew it, it felt like she was beginning to float, her soul felt light and nothing was wrong, only then was when she woke up.

She jolted, sitting bolt upright, breathing out heavily, sweat forming on her forehead. When she had calmed her breathing, she looked around her room, and nothing didn't seem out of the normal.

A/N:

Hope you liked this chapter! See you soon!!