~Y/n pov~

I was backstage , waiting for Richie's show to begin, I worked from home so I normally just sat backstage of his shows and watched him work.

Suddenly, I got a sharp pain in my head, I got up and started moving without thinking, I found myself outside , leaning over the metal railings .

Richie came out only seconds later , puking over the railing.

I rubbed his back , "Hey you okay?"

He nodded as his manager opened the door.

"What's wring you were fine five seconds ago? Rich? Rich? Talk to me, you're on in five minutes ." He handed him a handkerchief.

Richie wipes his mouth as his manager left.

I patted his shoulder , "Good luck out there ."

Turning on my heel, I headed inside and Richie followed soon after.

Then my phone rang, "Hey y/n it's Mike."

"Mike?? Do I know you?"

"Yes. You need to come back to Derry. IT came back!"

"Derry Maine?? What?"

"Yes we grew up there together."

Memories of a group of people flashed through my head, did I grow up in Derry?

"Okay I'll be there."

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A/n there is no good end