Henry Bowers was your brother. You had just finished hanging out with a few of your friends when you saw him standing next to the letterbox with a small box in his hands. Weirdly enough, there was a red balloon tied to it. You had been red balloon almost everywhere but you had never really paid any mind to it. Now Henry was holding a new flip knife, you knew he had lost his a few days back. By the time, you had snapped out of your thoughts, Henry had already entered the house. When you quietly stepped inside the house, you saw Henry standing next to your abusive dad's sleeping figure with his knife in his hand and the TV was chanting 'kill him' as if to encourage the boy in doing so.