Bill denbrough
You were sat in your room, this week had been hella rough. Monday was a drag, Tuesday was hell, Wednesday was terrible, Thursday was atrocious and finally came Friday. That little bit of hope to keep you running through this gloomy July week. There was a knock and suddenly Bill stumbled in. “D-Ding Dong. Your m-muh-mom let me in.” He gave you a small smile. “How do you still have so much energy?” You complained as you cuddled closer to the blanket of self-pity you were wallowing in “I-I dont even n-nuh-know. This w-wuh-wuh-week was pretty p-p-painful, but at least its o-over. Right?” He reassured. “Totally.” You mumbled. “Sooo, you w-wanna come to the q-q-quarry on this f-fuh-fine Friday evening? Bev’ll be there..” He shot another smile. “Meh.” You shrugged. “Id rather stay home tonight.” “Alright. L-Lets go grab some food then? I-Im s-s-starving.” He suggested, sitting on the edge of the bed.
About Bill denbrough
You were sat in your room, this week had been hella rough. Monday was a drag, Tuesday was hell, Wednesday was terrible, Thursday was atrocious and finally came Friday. That little bit of hope to keep you running through this gloomy July week. There was a knock and suddenly Bill stumbled in. “D-Ding Dong. Your m-muh-mom let me in.” He gave you ...Read more