CONTAINS SOME UNSETTLING SCENES!

Y/N laid quietly on her bed, still dressed in the clothes she had worn from work, staring up at the ceiling, blank-eyed and neutral. She had ignored her mom's calls, the hunger in her stomach for dinner, and all she wanted was to lay in her bed and never wake up.

She had been sitting on top of her bed for two hours now, and she hadn't dared move, in fear that she would see the clown in her room. Every time her eyes looked around the room, all she saw were shadows; shadows that she grew worried would turn into a clown, the yellow eyes she swore she had seen when she turned her head.

Everything wasn't making sense; the talks she had with her grandmother, the dreams, the strange voices, and what made things worse was why the hell there was a strange clown living in a decrepit house? She laid in the darkness, closing her E/C eyes, the tiredness that she felt it would be difficult to fall asleep that night.

And every single noise or creek made her eyes snap open, before closing them again, and rinse and repeat. The same voice of the creepy clown came into her head, whispering in her ear as if it was right there. She couldn't get away, and all she could think of was what it kept saying.

She shivered, when she heard footsteps move to the bottom of the stairs, and she knew it was her mom. "Y/N, are you coming down or what? We need to talk young lady!" She rolled her eyes, rolling out of her small bed, shuffling in the dark to the door and heading down to the kitchen.

There, her mom stood by the stove, and angry look in her M/E/C, "Didn't I say you had to come home before 7? Why the hell did you ignore me and go upstairs? You're treading on thin glass Missy- you're not gonna get away with your brash behaviour."

"Mom! Please just stop shouting!" Y/N had butted in, shouting louder over her mother's ranting. "I saw some creepy sh*t out there today; I nearly got a concussion from flipping over my bike and this," she was gesturing all over the place, "this doesn't even explain what the hell I saw out there!"

Her voice felt throaty but small, just like how her mom made her feel: small and worthless. "You never tell me what is happening, how am I to know what's going on when you never tell me? This has to do with why you were late for the curfew?"

She swallowed her pride, she kept quiet. "Are you trying to tell me that you're lying? You were attacked and harmed- should I guess or should I heard it from you?" before Y/N could open her mouth, she already continued, "The Bowers Gang, was it?"

All Y/N did was slowly nod her head. "Well," her mom leaned more on her back, "I'm not surprised." she mused, and Y/N looked at her in both horror, shock and anger. "What?" She spat, and her eyes squinted to her mother in utter confusion. "Those scars on your skin, they're for the attention of those your age. The attention of those popular girls and boys. I know what you want, all you want is to be a attention-seeking wh-"

"-Don't you say that!" she spat lowly. "I've been harassed, bullied, called worthless, beaten, shamed- I could go on if I must- but I won't. You want to know why I have those scars? It's not just because of them at school, but because of !" and with that, she had finished breathing heavily, staring daggers at her mom, the woman who didn't believe her or show the love she wanted.

Her mom scoffed, smiling like she was trying to do a great job of being the worst mother possible. "You selfish little girl. You're lucky you have a shelter here. You know how much I give you, and yet, you don't owe me anything in return. You have a bed, food on a plate in front of you, hot water, but all you think about is yourself." the last thing she muttered made Y/N fume more, tears threatening to fall, but she stood her ground.

Don't weep, don't cry in front of her; she'll see you as weak. She thought, "I'm not surprised that the Bowers Gang tried to attack you-" She did the worse thing ever, bringing your hand up and slapping her across the cheek, hard that the sound echoed across the room.

She didn't even waste to stand there, running up the stairs, leaving your shocked mother standing in the kitchen. There, she crashed into her room, burying her head into her pillow, trying to ignore all the sounds around her, knowing that she had to block them all out; including the distant sound of someone giggling.

She hates you, she hates you, she hates you she hates you she hates you! She heard it screaming in her ears, and she couldn't stand to have these jabs her way; the heavy feeling settling in her heart that made her know that she had to do something about it, only one thing that would take away the pain.

She grabbed the one item that she had hidden in the bedside drawer, which she always hid from her mom. She rushed to her bathroom, locking the door, and getting to way the thing she needed to do.

The sun was bright the next morning when Y/N headed to work, this time later, since it was Sunday and the shops opened later and closed early. Y/N was listening to Me Myself and I by De La Soul, tugging on the heavy jacket and jeans that she would wear in Winter, and she carried her work clothes in her bag on her back.

She was keeping her head low, making sure no-one would spot her, her mind more on the soreness of her arms and stomach. The thought of anyone seeing the sight of her arms like Henry and his gang frightened her, and she tried to quicken her pace down the street, not paying attention to those who were walking past-

"Oof." she grunted, bumping her head against someone else's, and her tired E/C eyes looked to the person in front of her. "O-Oh I'm sorry-" she met their blue eyes, seeing that it was the neighbour from across the street, Bill Denbrough or Stuttering Bill.

"I'm s-s-so s-s-s-sorry." Bill spluttered, staring at her, but he smiled to her in a friendly manner.

"I didn't s-s-see you there..." Y/N smiled, trying to look as friendly to him as possible, "No, it was my fault, I wasn't looking where I was going." she chimed, looking to side to side. "You enjoying your summer?"

Bill nodded, smiling. "Yeah, me and my f-friends are going to the q-q-quarry. What a-about you?" She had heard about the quarry, but she didn't like going there, since of the high drop down into the water frightened her. "I've got work, I'll enjoy the summer indoors." she awkwardly laughed. Bill nodded, smiling nervously, "Y-Yeah. I wanted to s-say thank you f-for the English lessons. it a-all added up." She smiled, laughing, shifting from foot to foot.

Y/N beamed, closing her eyes slightly when she smiled, nervously playing with her fingers, "Oh, I'm glad... i-if you need any help after you go back to school, you know where to find me..." Bill looked at her confused, "You n-not going to c-c-college?" She shook her head, looking from him to the ground. "Erm... it's on the cards." she dismissed it quickly.

"Dude, that's your tutor? She's hot!" She didn't realise that Bill was not alone- and her E/C eyes shifted to those behind him, recognising his friends who were well known: Eddie Kaspbrak, Jewish Stanley Uris, some chubby boy who they must've made friends with before the beginning of summer, and of course, Richie "Trashmouth" Tozier.

She saw Eddie slap the round-rimmed glasses across the shoulder backhanded, a hushed but harsh "shut up Richie" came out of his mouth as a whisper. Y/N rolled her eyes nonchalantly, jaw clenching slightly, quickly deciding to change the subject.

"Well, you have fun at the quarry... see you around Bill." she smiled, seeing Bill as a younger brother. She begun walking past him and the other four, taking a glance to Richie, to which he thought that she was trying to flirt with him (for some reason), and he whispered in pride, "You ? She was checking me out!"

Y/N snorted to herself, walking down the street to get to her grandmother's shop. She stepped into the shop, looking to see that it sounded deadly quiet. "Grandma?" She called out, looking around, and she walked into the back, seeing that there was no-one there at all.

The storage room was also had a small bathroom attached where she would change in. She quickly went in, locking the door and slowly getting changed into her work clothes, groaning and grunting at the bandages on her skin. "Y/N, look what you did~"

Y/N looked behind her, her eyes almost bulging, her voice being caught in her throat. She looked to the small sink, the voice gargling and disembodied. She edged closer to the sink, and she was forcing herself to not move, but all she could do was walk slowly and slowly to it. No, stop this; this will be the end of you. She was screaming in her head not to do this, and when her hands were placed around the sink edge, she almost thought she would faint.

The water was dark and just about overfilling to the top, but the tap wasn't even twisted to allow water to come through. It was murky, a dark blue mixed with green, like algae. Bubbles formed from the plug, and she shivered, hearing the broken voice appear.

"Come float.~"

Just when she was going to move away from it, she felt something wrap its claw-like hands around her neck. She gasped, looking up to the broken mirror, to her horror she saw her mom standing behind her, a sinister twisted smile on her face. Before she could try and struggle out, the figure that resembled her mother gripped her head and shoved her down towards the sink; plunging her head into the cold water.

She tried screaming, the water was salty and grey, and she couldn't see anything. She thrashed and twisted, and she could sense that she couldn't pull her head up at all- the sink didn't seem to be pressing up against her stomach anymore, it now felt like she was surrounded head to toe in the water- nothing keeping her from getting out.

She gargled and struggled, screaming in the water, the disgusting water burning her lungs and filling her throat up. She was to die being forced to drown, she would drown in a small disgusting sink in a bathroom, the feeling of lightness bubbling up in her head. Fight, fight you idiot, fight! She screamed, trying to pull her head up, persisting it, kicking her legs up and waving her arms to grip the sink, trying to pull her up as hard as possible.

When she thought she would grow more and more weak, she tried one last time, and in the last bit of hope and all the strength she could muster, she heaved herself up, and when the heavy grip on the back of her head loosened, she pulled her head up from the water, gasping and coughing as the feeling of air came back into her lungs.

Her head was soaked in a muddy, wet and disgusting substance, like wet seaweed. She wheezed, falling to the ground, her back against the wall, coughing and weeping softly, staring up in horror of the gargling sink, the water seeming to go away.

The door to the bathroom twisted and turned, and suddenly, it opened, and in rushed in her grandma, worried and shocked as to why Y/N was sitting on the tiled floor with her legs up to her chest, weeping softly. "What happened?" she asked, and Y/N couldn't form the words in her mouth properly. "T-The sink.... the w-water... there's s-s-so much water."

Her grandmother looked to her, then to the sink, confused and eyebrows scrunched. "What water?" she questioned. Y/N could hear the cadenced giggle coming from the drain, choking. Y/N now knew that whatever she said, the truth, she would come across as insane, so she knew she had to lie. "The water... i-it was overfilling... t-that's all- it spluttered u-up and got my head wet."

Her grandma was silent, contemplating and thinking, before she nodded, "Okay... well, w-when you're ready, I need you at the register." she said, and she slowly left the bathroom, shutting the door to leave her to herself. Y/N propped herself more against the wall, closing her eyes, shivering and silently continuing to sob, when she thought she felt something caressing her H/C locks, a material that felt silky yet coarse against her left wet cheek.

"L-Leave me alone!" she whimpered, shaking in the wet clothes; to which she earned the reply of the clown, it's deep raspy voice whispering close in her ear:

"Never."

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