(Eddie Kaspbrak did not know how to be silent. Even though the strangers of this town insinuated that his life depended on it, it was awfully hard to remember that without the brush of fear standing at his back, threatening him. That didn't mean he was reckless, of course. He wasn't so naive as to think that the town people weren't reasonably afraid of something. He did his best. But it was still a challenge.
Namely because life didn't exactly exist to be quiet.
When he had been assigned to the house, he just found the master bedroom and instantly claimed it as his own. It wasn't a selfish act exactly. He saw the master bathroom and automatically began to contemplate how many medical supplies he could get into the linen closet. Presently, he was trying to stock up on medical supplies, trying to stock supplies in general. He had been on his way out the door, a roughly made bag in his hands. But then when he opened that door and came nearly face to face with another boy, Eddie gave a sharp gasp of surprise.
The bag fell from his hand and landed with a dull thump on the ground. Eddie's hands had slapped up over his mouth as if to swallow down the sound he had already made. His heart was pumping at the back of his throat, and Lord.
It was so much easier to want to scream in a quiet world where surprises felt so much bigger. Even if they were only children.
Eddie slowly lowers his hands from his mouth, his breathing coming out in rushed wheezes. He doesn't look away at all, not sure who this was, what he wanted. Poor kid forgot that he wasn't going to be the only one showing up at this house.)
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Namely because life didn't exactly exist to be quiet.
When he had been assigned to the house, he just found the master bedroom and instantly claimed it as his own. It wasn't a selfish act exactly. He saw the master bathroom and automatically began to contemplate how many medical supplies he could get into the linen closet. Presently, he was trying to stock up on medical supplies, trying to stock supplies in general. He had been on his way out the door, a roughly made bag in his hands. But then when he opened that door and came nearly face to face with another boy, Eddie gave a sharp gasp of surprise.
The bag fell from his hand and landed with a dull thump on the ground. Eddie's hands had slapped up over his mouth as if to swallow down the sound he had already made. His heart was pumping at the back of his throat, and Lord.
It was so much easier to want to scream in a quiet world where surprises felt so much bigger. Even if they were only children.
Eddie slowly lowers his hands from his mouth, his breathing coming out in rushed wheezes. He doesn't look away at all, not sure who this was, what he wanted. Poor kid forgot that he wasn't going to be the only one showing up at this house.)