𝐒𝐔𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐋 | ͏r͏i͏c͏h͏i͏e ͏t͏o͏z͏i͏e͏r

―eleven

Emily sighed in a stressful manner, the water of the tub around her swirling. The bubbles ticked at her bare skin, her hair pulled up in a bun in an effort to not get it wet.

The bathroom of the motel room was not very big, but it was big enough to fit Emily comfortably. She was only happy she wasn't sharing the bathroom with three guys as she usually was. The girl cringed at the thought of needing to share a bathroom with her brothers and father again. She had grown accustomed to her own restroom.

Thinking about her family made Emily frown. She still had not called them for help. Emily knew she should, she was aware that handling this beast on her own was no longer an option, and yet, something was pulling her back. As much as she hated to admit, she knew what it was that was keeping her back; Richie fucking Tozier.

It had been a week in total since she had seen any of the Loser's and Emily found herself missing them more than anything she thought possible. Especially Richie, the boy with an obvious case of ADHD who somehow charmed the girl in his own dorky and lewd manner. The boy with glasses that were so thick they could only be described as bifocals, the boy who was exactly two-inches shorter than Emily, and surprisingly enough the boy who Emily Winchester had fallen hopelessly in love with.

Was it that awkward teenage puppy love? Yes, absolutely. Despite all his vulgar innuendos, Richie was in love with Emily in the most innocent way, and in turn, Emily felt the same.

For the past week, Emily had no clue what to do with herself anymore. With no one to go hang out with as she had been doing for the past few weeks, Emily reverted back to her old activities. She went to the library and checked out as many books on the supernatural as she could fit in her backpack, she also took a few old articles as well as books surrounding aliens.

Two months ago Emily would have scoffed at the idea that she could possibly be hunting something extraterrestrial, but after everything she had seen, Emily was willing to try anything.

With all this newfound time on her hands, Emily indulged herself in each and every book, skimming through the articles as well. Astonishingly, she could not help but find the books about aliens more interesting than she ever thought they would be. She really liked the ideas those books gave her as well, she never would have thought to kill anything by dousing it in vinegar and setting it on fire. But according to the book, that was one of the best ways to kill aliens.

Perhaps she would try it on the clown next time she saw it.

Reading up on everything provided her with new information, but it also made her realize how lonely she truly was. She had never noticed before this summer because she always had her brothers and she never knew any differently. However, being friends with Beverly, Mike, Stanley, Bill, Ben, Eddie, and Richie made her realize just how lonely she actually was.

Emily was not the only one from the group feeling this way.

Beverly Marsh had taken upon her old ways before she made friends with the Loser's which consisted of aimlessly wandering around town, playing her little keyboard, and watching mindless television. Doing this did not bother her as much before, but now it was like Beverly was living hell.

She missed the way Eddie, Richie, and Stan bickered, she missed Ben and Mike with their kindness, she missed the way Emily would threaten to kick Henry Bower's ass if he came around them again, and most of all, she missed Bill. She missed the way his cute stutter would ring in her ears or the way he would smile and blush at her.

The other Loser's were in similar positions.

Eddie hated sitting at home with his mom watching him twenty-four seven.