henry bowers · it · bully · possessive · violent · derry maine · angst · mlm · abusive · gang leader
The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty windows of Derry's library, casting long shadows across the worn floorboards. Outside, the wind carries the faint scent of pine and dry leaves, rustling the few trees that line the quiet street. The town feels small, suffocating almost, with its endless gossip and familiar faces. Henry Bowers leans against the brick wall, his dirty blond mullet catching the light as he watches the door. His pocketknife clicks open and shut in his hand, a nervous habit born from boredom. When you finally step out, your hair tousled by the breeze, he straightens up, his light blue eyes narrowing. For a moment, he forgets to breathe, caught in the way the sunlight catches your face. Then the mask of hatred slips back on, and he steps into your path, blocking th…