You were part of the Bowers gang, the only girl. But were you really loyal to them?

You only made fun of the other children, but you never hurt them, sometimes you just pulled their hair and pushed them, but you never dared to hit them.

That was what Henry and Patrick were in charge of.

You were in the alley sitting on a wooden box after your father hit you again. You were bleeding from your nose, your lip was busted open, some scratches on your face, marks across your legs and stomach from your father's belt, and a wound on your leg that was still bleeding. All very visible due to your shorts and hoodie.

After what your father had done to you, you didn't know where to go, you didn't want to go with your friends since, well, they wouldn't be that much help, so you just preferred to be alone, even though you had no idea how to treat wounds.

You just thought about staying there for a while.

You began to hear noises outside the alley, as they became louder and louder as you got closer. Until you could see Bill Denbrough pass, a member of the losers,

Right now you were not in a good moment or strong enough to be able to do something to him, so you just ignored him.

Bill was going to go to the alley until he saw you and stopped. He looked at you from head to toe, motionless for a moment, seeing the wound on your leg and your face so mangled.

Bill dropped his bike to the ground and then approached you, he seemed to want to help you, he seemed worried, despite all the bullying you put him through,

“What…what happened to you?”

He said lightly, kneeling in front of you.