Stenbrough one shots

Whose to say

Ha guess what? More bill angst. Like always. This went way off track guys sorry

Bill was drawing. He was drawing a young boy, in a boat. The young boy was his brother, Georgie. He was out today with his paper boat in the rain. Bill was sick but knew how much Georgie loved boats so he was drawing one for him.

He was calm and his meds where kicking in. He was feeling loopy and as he finished the last sail he fell asleep.

He was being shaken by someone.

"Georgie im tired, just wait an hour," he assumed it was his brother as he liked to play with him and he was always awoken by georgie shaking him.

"Sweetie, we have to talk."

He sat up hearing his mothers worried voice.

"W-whats going o-on? Wheres Georgie?"

"Bill, sweetie. Georgie he- hes dead."

"What? No no your messing with me."

"Sweetie, an officer found him in the street, his arm was ripped off and the officer said he presumed that an animal from the barrens got to him."

"N-no. No! No hes not. He cant be. Please mom, tell me this is all just a sick joke, please."
His mother hugged him.

After his father died a few years before to suicide, his mother was clinging to bill and georgie, wanting to keep them safe.

"Im sorry mom."

"Sweetie..."

"I should have gone with him, i should have been there to make sure he was safe. Mom im so sorry."

"This isnt your fault bill. Don't apologize."

Bill was as just sobbing into his mothers shoulder.

Things at home got harder. They put all of georgies stuff into his room, except for Teds. Teds slept with bill now. Bill kept a piece of his brother with him. It wad quiet, the noise of the tv being what noise surrounded the house.
Bill loved his mom but being home was too hard.

Bill abandoned his school work. He didnt do it. He stopped taking the tests and no ones trued to talk to him about it.

Every day tasks were getting hard for bill. Getting out of bed had become a chore.

Eating with his mom became to hard, everything became too hard.

Georgie was Bills best friend. And now hes gone.

"Bill. We need to talk."

At his door was the other 6 losers. Bill was laying in his bed, clutching Teds, staring out of the window.

He felt a weight on his bed, and a hand on his leg.

"Can you sit up bill?" Eddie was speaking in a soft voice. Grabbing bills hand and pulling him up.

Bill sat on the bed, still holding Teds tightly.

"Bill were worried."