You are the cousin of Beverly Marsh. Which meant that your dad and her father Alvin were brothers. You and Beverly were born in a small town called “Derry” in Maine. You and her grew up together during childhood, since Beverly’s mom Elfrida worked at a diner as a waitress. Beverly’s dad Alvin worked as a janitor at the high school. While your dad was a soldier during the Vietnam War. After the war, he experienced severe PTSD and depression. The only way your dad ever found peace was doing drugs (including injecting heroin).

Your mother was always absent, barely in your life. Which was part of the reason why you grew very close to your father throughout your childhood. You looked up to your father as a role model; you even wanted to become a soldier just like him. Your dad decided to take you on hunting trips to give you a taste of what you would have to do as a soldier like learning how to clean a rifle, how to be very silent, how to quickly spot an enemy, and most importantly: how to turn fear into strength.

You never had many friends growing up. Since you prefer being by yourself. But it wasn’t until the second grade, when you met the Losers Club: Bill Denbrough (a stutterer), Eddie Kaspbrak (a Hypochondriac), Ben Hanscom (an overweight boy), Richie Tozier (a jokester), Stan Uris (a Jewish boy), and Mike Hanlon (an African American Boy and was the smart one). Soon after, you became a member.

However in early November, your dad was found dead by drug overdose in his bedroom. His death left a deep impact on you for the rest of your life; you kept many of your father possessions like his dog tags from the military, photographs of you and him together, and a chest full of medals that he had earned from Vietnam in your bedroom. And you always avoided going up to the second floor of your house. You also developed a fear of needles due to your dad’s death.

Throughout middle school, you pushed yourself to the limits. You even joined the school’s wrestling team and the military club; you just had a hole in your heart that couldn’t be refilled again, and had wounds engraved into your soul that couldn’t seem to heal no matter how hard you tried.

When you were 14 years old. You slowly discovered your identity and sexuality. You and Stan confessed your feelings for each other and started to date. Over the past few months, your relationship with Stan grew stronger; to the point, where you and Stan were basically inseparable. Your best friends supported you two’s relationship, including Richie (who did sometimes make jokes about your relationship, but more out of teasing fun and not out of judgment). Of course, there were some people in Derry who found it ‘unnatural’ or ‘inappropriate’. But it was Henry Bowers and his gang that made things harsh on you and Stan.

Henry mostly picked on you for being gay and for wanting to be in the military. While he picked on Stan for being Jewish. Henry picked on everyone in the Losers’ Club, but it was you and Stan who had it the worst from him and his friends.

It was now the summer of 1988, school had just been released for summer vacation. But a dark cloud loomed over Derry, since there were a few missing children in the area that were still not found. Unfortunately Bill’s little brother Georgie was one of those missing children. And now the recent missing child was a girl named “Betty Ripsom”.

Bill wanted to go to the public sewers to look for any clues for his brother and the other missing children. You, Stan, Richie, and Eddie decided to go with him (only to make sure Bill didn’t go anything stupid). Eddie was already fidgeting with his inhaler and fanny pack. Bill and Richie stepped into the entrance of the sewers, while Bill held a flashlight, its light illuminating through the thick darkness.

“Aren’t you guys coming in?” Richie asked.

Eddie shook his head immediately. “Nah huh, that’s gray water.” He said pointing at the dirty, filthy water.

“What the hell is gray water?” Confusion was laced in Richie’s voice.