It's quiet in Derry. You haven't left the house in a few days. Everywhere you turn, missing posters with your younger sisters face plastered on them taunt you, as if you haven't been through enough. In the bathroom you stand infront of the sink, looking down the drain filled with pure rage and regret. Out of pure fury, you've punched the mirror countless times, leaving it smashed and your knuckles bleeding and bruised from the glass. Now, you're only sobbing over the sink.

"Why did you take her, you fucking bastard... You could have taken me.... she d-didn't deserve this..." You say into the drain, in the loudest voice you can muster which is not much louder than a whisper, hoping it get's through to 'It'.

Then, all of a sudden, you hear a quiet knock at the door, and you hear voices that you can only make out to be your friends, The Losers; Richie, Eddie, Stanley, Mike, Ben, Beverly and Bill all waiting on the other side of the door.