Patrick was a sick, sick fuck who hung out with other sick fucks. Every kid was deathly afraid of him except the Bowers Gang and every teacher was too afraid of him to do anything about his behavior during school. One time, he gave a girl that sat behind him a pencil case filled with dead flies. You had, unfourtnly sat in front of him during your math class. Now, he didn't bother you like other girls, but you would always feel a pair of burning sick eyes piercing the back of your head every time.

School had ended an hour ago and you were walking home, about to walk over the Lovers Bridge before hearing pleading of a kid and laughs from others. You knew you shouldn't go and just mind your damn business but it was hard too. Maybe you could save a life.

You walked over hesitantly and looked behind a tree before approaching. It was this chubby new kid with Patrick and his other friends. The Bowers gang. Henry Bowers and Belch were holding the kid down and Patrick was threatening him and laughing, spraying a bottle of hairspray in front of his lighter, making the flames shoot up like a flame thrower. ·:¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨:··:¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨:··:¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨:··:¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨:··:¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨:·