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✎ ✉️ . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ prologue ˊˎ˗ ꒰ 🍨 ꒱
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Tatum wouldn't call herself a germaphobe, but she would call herself a tad bit claustrophobic. That's why when she had drank a little too much from her water bottle at lunch today, she was hoping she could just wait until she got home to go to the bathroom.
But of course, life had different plans for her, and she found herself standing just outside of the stall of the toilets.
She hesitantly made her way in, locking the door behind her, and thinking to herself that it would only take as long as she made it take.
When she was done she went to unlock the door, which thankfully unlocked, but when she tried to open the door it wouldn't budge.
Tatum pushed on the door, letting out a grunt when it wouldn't open.
"Hello? Is someone in the way?" She asked no one in particular.
No one answered. She was alone. And that was even scarier than being locked in the toilets.
She tried to push on the door again but it wouldn't budge. She was starting to hyperventilate, her head spinning, it felt like the walls were closing in on her and li- wait no. The walls were moving.
They had been further away just seconds ago, they were actually moving closer to her, how is that possible?
Tatum turned back to the door, pounding on it, trying to get it to move, but it still wouldn't budge. Tatum felt like she was dying, she had already started crying, and she didn't want this to be her last moment on earth.
Tatum yelled for help, while the walls were even closer now, they were starting to hurt her shoulders.
Tatum once again started pounding on the door trying to push it open, crying, she heard the sound of a door opening somewhere but was so out of it she didn't even care.
She once again raised her fist up to try and open the door, when the door actually opened.
Tatum went stumbling out of the bathroom stall tears streaming down her face, she turned to look at the stall and found it had been the exact same.
Tatum quickly made her way out of the bathroom, ignoring the weird look she had gotten on the way out.
Tatum went home sick that day, complaining of period cramps, but didn't tell anyone the real reason she wasn't feeling good.
She wouldn't tell anyone until her brother and his friends decide to go and mess around in the sewers.
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All she could see was yellow. That stupid clown had just opened his face and all that was there were lights, it was like he had swallowed Christmas lights. But that wasn't possible.
Suddenly she wasn't seeing lights anymore. What she saw was herself surrounded by people in this very cistern, who looked vaguely familiar.
She presumed they were her friends now but older.
While she was seeing this, her friends were trying to wake her up. They had just gotten her down from her floating form, and were trying everything they could, her brother was trying everything he could. Sam turned to Richie with a mischievous smirk.
"You need to kiss her." Richie looked at him confused, why him?
"Eww no! Why can't you do it?"
"Gross! That's my sister! I know it's a long shot but it might work. When Ben kissed Beverly it got her out, just try it!"
Richie slowly walked up to her, tentatively raised his hand to her cheek, leaned in slowly, and kissed her.
It was a soft and barely even a hard kiss, but it was enough to wake her up, and when she saw that it was Richie kissing her, she laughed into the kiss, pulled away and quickly kissed his cheek.
Richie started laughing, grabbed Beverley and Tatum, and hugged them both.
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Everyone in the losers club was sitting in a field, having a 'meeting' but it was really just Beverly telling them what had happened to her when she had seen the dead lights.
Beverly was saying something about how she could only remember that they were down there older, but Tatum wasn't really listening, she didn't listen to them a lot she'd realized.
Bill stood up with a piece of glass, "Swear it. Swear if it isn't dead, if it ever comes back, we'll come back too." Tatum stood up first, and everyone followed soon after albeit slowly, and Bill went around in a circle, slicing everyone's hand, when he got to Tatum he slowly took her hand, blushing, and sliced hers.
It stung, but it was okay, it was a promise. And she always kept her promises.
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Tatum woke up with a fright, she had been trying for a long, long time to get that out of her mind, but that's the thing about memories, the only ones that stay are the ones you want to forget so bad.
Tatum and her family had moved the summer after her senior year, literally the day after her senior year ended, they moved.
Although her school was different, they had senior release. Essentially if the seniors had passed all their required classes they got to leave school about 3 weeks earlier than the rest of the kids. Tatum was one of the seniors who was eligible to leave early.
Tatum and her family had moved to Hawkins Indiana, the town was supposedly a nice and cute one, nothing ever happened there. Tatum would die of boredom.
Her parents had bought a record store, and would be remodeling, and setting everything up before they could successfully open it up. Her parents loved music, her dad especially loved AC/DC, they had bought a store next to Family Video, mostly so they wouldn't have to walk to far to get movies.
Tatum had gotten a job at the arcade in the new mall to help her parents pay for all the remodeling and all the things they would need for their store.
Tatum slowly got out of bed and went to her bathroom, trying to rid herself of the nightmare.
It didn't work.
She just had to get through the day, which she always did.
