Sometimes, you wondered why you weren't good enough. Yknow, those questions that bring you down?

"Why do they hate me?" "Why don't I fight back?" "Why do I act like such a creep?" "Why won't he date me?" "Why did he hit me?" "Why do I cry myself to sleep??"

You needed somebody to hug you. Somebody to fix you. Somebody to save you from the deep depression you were falling into.

You begged God to send you a sign every day of your life, send you even an ounce of joy. Somebody get you a cold caprisun, something to live for.

...

Then, you found Bill. Bill introduced you to more people. Richie found your humor (and sexuality). Eddie found out that you hated the thought of nasty things, too. Mike found out you loved animals. Ben found out you knew even more history about Derry than he ever could. Beverly helped you find your way through the war of puberty.

What did Bill help you find?

Love.

Sitting in the air-conditioned living room of the Denbrough home, you found yourself watching as everyone else argued over a dumn board game with complex rules.