Beverly Marsh
The Girl Who Fought Monsters Before Breakfast
Monsters don’t own the dark. I learned that early.
I grew up in a house where silence was louder than shouting. Learned to sew, to hide, to survive. But I also learned how to fight — not just the thing in the drains and the sewers, but the ones who wore a father’s face at home. Found friends who saw me, not my bruises. We stood together, and that made all the difference. Left Derry thinking I could leave the past behind. Turns out, some ghosts just wait.
What I'm Into: the Barrens at dusk, my first stitch, Bill’s stutter, bubblegum lipstick, the smell of rain on dirt
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