you'll float too

‘How could you turn on your--our religion just like that, Maisie Rae?!’ roared a Donald Uris. A scared little girl with an awful chopped off short hair coward in fear at him raising his voice, something he never has done before; only to Stanley. They were standing in the bathroom. The dream felt weird to Maisie, it was familiar but at the same time it wasn’t--it was all wrong. When it had happened she roared back at her Father not being terrified. ‘Oh Maisie, I am sorry for yelling at you.’ his voice now soft, too calm in fact. With that Donald had embraced his daughter into a hug and began to grip her tighter which began to make Maisie squirm in his embrace before saying, ‘Abba, you’re hurtin--’ she looks up to no longer see her father, but IT. A scream erupts out of her and began to struggle against him; to get away. ‘Maisie, my little daisy--I thought you would be happy to see me after all these years,’ taunted IT with a sadistic smile on his face. Out of no where a third hand appeared and held Maisie’s face in place so he could look her in the eyes. ‘You need to come back, my little daisy, come back to Derry.’ IT instructs her. Maisie response? She spat in the monster’s face. ‘Your not real--this..this isn’t real.’  the formerly Jewish girl tried to tell herself and kept repeating it to herself like a mantra. IT let’s go of now fully grown Maisie Rae Uris and places a hand over his chest dramatically. ‘That hurt’s my little heart.’ As the monster spoke Maisie began to slowly back away from IT and was getting prepare to run until he grabs her, this time digging his claws into her arm. ‘After Beverly you were going to be next, did you know that?’ IT revealed to struggling formerly Jewish girl. By now Maisie wasn’t listening and kept thrashing around in the monster’s hold, doing her best to fight back despite the ever growing fear trying to take her over. She knew it was what he fed off of. Maisie let out a scream when IT grabs her long locks and whispers into her ear. ‘Come back to Derry,’ he licks her earlobe causing Maisie to shudder in disgust. ‘come back to me, my little daisy.’ IT then giggles excitedly before pulling back shower curtain to reveal the pool was filled with blood. Her eyes widen in horror and began to thrash against IT’s tight hold even more as she saw faces of those who were consumed by the beast; among the faces was one that stood out like a sore thumb. ‘Georgie.’ was all Maisie were able to say before IT dunked her head into the blood bath. 

It had been almost twenty four hours since Maisie had woken up from that nightmare and honestly? She wasn’t planning on going to sleep any time soon. Since waking up from the horrible dream Maisie had cancelled all her plans and took a plane ticket back to Derry. After IT had dunked her head into the bath the beast allowed Maisie to see his newest victim back in her hometown. A little boy who couldn’t be no more than six years old with dark hair and blue eyes had became food to him. The newspaper of Derry only confirmed it even more when Maisie went online and read it. It then even gotten worse when Stanley, her twin brother had called her to let her know, ‘IT is back.’ his voice echoed in her mind. Clearing her throat Maisie looked at herself in the mirror as she looked over the bruises and claw marks on her arms from that thing. Taking a deep breath the Agnostic Uris put on her thin jacket to conceal her recent wounds. She didn’t want to freak out the Losers’ Club, not yet, but Maisie knew she would have to tell them about her nightmare soon. Because last time IT never did evade their dreams then again they were all in Derry when he came back up from hibernation. Finishing up on refreshing herself and hiding her dark bags with makeup, Maisie walks out of the bathroom and welcomed the smell of Derry’s library. Stanley and Eddie had told her they will all be meeting at the library and of course they told her to not go into the basement. No one wants a repeat it when Beau went down there long ago. 

Walking around one of the book cases Maisie came into the open area that was filled with tables and chairs. She took a spot at a table that was farthest away from those who were the library which wasn’t many people. A yawn escapes her lips to which Maisie shakes her head. “No, Maze, you gotta stay awake.” With that she pinches the rubber band on her wrist. Digging into her bag and placing her sketch book out, Maisie downs another 5 hour energy with her coffee being the chaser again. She knew it wasn’t healthy, but she rather do some unhealthy habits then go to sleep again. Maisie is terrified to fall asleep in fear she might not wake up. I can’t have him pulling some Freddy Kruger shit on me, she thought. Putting in her headphones Maisie began to be in her own little world as she drew in her sketch book and ignored the pain her arms were in. Though slowly but surely, Maisie ended up falling asleep and began to drool on her drawing of the malevolent clown. 

‘Oh goody! My little daisy has returned home,’ a familiar voice rang in her head. ‘we are going to have so much fun.’

“I am someone who did not die when I should have died.”