I know. We all did. It was playing with us; that's what It did. It fed off our fear. Better me than more innocent children. That fucking clown murdered kids. I don't know why it latched onto the Losers, but it did, so we had to kill it. I feel pretty okay with dying if it means they defeated It in the end and It couldn't hurt anybody ever again.
That doesn't make it better for you to have to have seen it, though. I wish you hadn't. I know it's hard.
I know. I know, Chrissy. It was the first time I was ever truly brave about anything in my life. And the last time, I guess. In that life, at least.
I don't know how it happens, or why, it just does sometimes. I wish I had better answers for you, sweetheart, I really do. Do you want to come home? Or are you okay staying where you are? You can tell them I said you need to come help babysit if you need an excuse to leave.
We're pulling the plug on our girl's weekend. Alice left to get something a while ago and I think she saw something, I did, Lydia saw how I died. I think that it's working it's way through all of us .
And I'm going to wait on Eddie to come back, honestly. I'm a little afraid of moving again and seeing something else from someone else, which is probably silly.
That sounds about right. It starts with one or two of us and then works its way through the majority of us at some point or another.
I'll be honest with you, kiddo, it's not going to matter if you stay frozen to the spot for a week...that's not going to stop it if it's still coming. All you can do is endure it and try to remember it's all in the past. It's over. It's hard to see, but it's over. I wish I knew how to stop it for you, I really do.
I don't like seeing how the people that I love and care about suffered. Or how the darkest moments of their life went. I know nobody can stop it it's out of our control and so much is it's just hard.
I know, but you know what else I know? I know that you're one of the bravest, strongest people I know and I know you can do it.
None of us do. None of us wants to see it or feel it or even know it. But, on the plus side, since it's happening to all of us, we tend to leave it alone after it's all over. It doesn't make it suck less knowing that people already saw it, but it's kind of nice that it's mostly understood that we just don't talk about it after it's over.
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That doesn't make it better for you to have to have seen it, though. I wish you hadn't. I know it's hard.
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I don't like this. Robin is seeing things too Eddie she saw me. She saw what happened to me and what he did, how he killed me.
Why is this happening? And how?
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I don't know how it happens, or why, it just does sometimes. I wish I had better answers for you, sweetheart, I really do. Do you want to come home? Or are you okay staying where you are? You can tell them I said you need to come help babysit if you need an excuse to leave.
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And I'm going to wait on Eddie to come back, honestly. I'm a little afraid of moving again and seeing something else from someone else, which is probably silly.
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I'll be honest with you, kiddo, it's not going to matter if you stay frozen to the spot for a week...that's not going to stop it if it's still coming. All you can do is endure it and try to remember it's all in the past. It's over. It's hard to see, but it's over. I wish I knew how to stop it for you, I really do.
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I don't like seeing how the people that I love and care about suffered. Or how the darkest moments of their life went. I know nobody can stop it it's out of our control and so much is it's just hard.
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None of us do. None of us wants to see it or feel it or even know it. But, on the plus side, since it's happening to all of us, we tend to leave it alone after it's all over. It doesn't make it suck less knowing that people already saw it, but it's kind of nice that it's mostly understood that we just don't talk about it after it's over.