𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐄𝐑 , steve harrington ⁽ ¹ ⁾

14; sweet childhood

"PAPA? COME PLAY WITH ME!" Sar was reaching for his hand, the brown hat he was holding falling to the ground. She nearly stomped on it. Sar dragged him outside into the yard. It was a quiet house among the woods, with no boundaries into the forest beyond.

"Slow down, kid." But he was laughing. Sar took a running leap onto the tire swing that hung in a tree. It spun around as she held on, giggling. "Coming in!" her father exclaimed before he shoved the swing again. It flew upwards into the air and Sar shrieked in delight, small hands tightening around the rope. The large woods stretched beyond and for a moment Sar felt like she could fly. She had to resist the urge to let go. 

Sar's mother came outside carrying a mug of coffee. Her blonde hair was in a mess behind her, blue coat snug around her shoulder. She was smiling at the scene as she walked over to her husband. "Hey, honey." She kissed him on the cheek. He grinned at her and put his arm on her shoulder as she handed him the mug.

"Mama!" The little girl leapt off the swing at full speed and ran head-first into her mother. The blonde woman laughed, lifting her daughter off the ground. Sar was grinning at her as she jumped around. The girl's blonde hair was in high pigtails. Sar ducked to the ground at the sight of flowers poking from the fallen autumn leaves. She picked up a dandelion. Sar held it up proudly. "Look, Mama, a flower!" And then all of a sudden, she felt everything at once.

It overwhelmed her so suddenly. She lost all the breath in her lungs as her mind opened to the thoughts around her. Sar's squeezing fingers broke the dandelion in half. She could hear something from across the town. "Where's the—"

"I should really talk to her—"

"Don't leave—"

So many thoughts at once. Her heart beat against her ribcage and blood was pounding in her ears.

"We should catch the new—"

"That—"

"Jason, where are you—"

"I don't think—"

"Why is she always late—"

"Tonight I'll—"

She couldn't focus on anything. Words were rushing through her head, being thrown around like destructive cannonballs. Her body trembled as she stared off into the distance. It was like she was underwater. All she could hear was the voices — and she could feel them too. The movement of thousands of heartbeats in her ears. Her head hurt and her palms ached and...

"—ra. Sar. Breathe, alright? Breathe. In and out. In and out, there you are. With me. In and out. Can you hear me?" Her father's hands were on her face, her mother crouching beside him. Sar was clutching onto her mother's forearm. Her blue eyes were darting around her in fear.

She found she could breathe again, inhaling deep, slow breaths. Her lungs ached. There was a throbbing pain in her forehead, and her fingers stayed entangled in both of their hands as she calmed down. A gentle wind blew through her short hair. She nodded at him slowly and her mother pulled her against her chest. Sar let her eyes fall closed. "You scared us so much, sweetie." Her words were muffled in Sar's blonde hair. Her father wrapped both of them in a hug.

"It's okay, Mama, Papa" she promised softly. "I'm okay now." Her father was running a hand through his dark hair, clearly distressed. He'd taken off his hat again. She was nestled in between the two, warm and comforted. The feeling was gone.

Family time was abruptly over. Her parents were inside again, yelling at each other. Sar was unsure of what to do, watching around the corner of her doorway as her parents argued in the kitchen. She knew they thought she wasn't listening. "Should we take her to the doctor?" her mother was saying. Sar's father had his hand over his face, running it down his chin. Sar stood in the entrance to her room, the ragged tiger doll hanging limply in her hand.

"Look, I don't know. I don't know what we should do with her."

"She's been doing it all week!" her mother exclaimed. "All of a sudden, trouble breathing, panic attacks. What is going on with our daughter, J—" Sar closed the door. She didn't want to hear anymore about her. Her room was covered in illustrations stuck up on the walls. They were of her and her mother and father, in different places and poses. She even had a painting set laid out on her table. A bookshelf at the end of her bed was filled with a variety of different children's books. Anne of Green Gables was placed on her bed, it being her favourite book. She pushed it off her bed and it hit the floor with a dramatic 'thump'.

Sar lay down, clutching her stuffed tiger to her chest. Her sheets were pulled up to her chin. "Diane! Calm down! Whatever this is, we can fix this—" Sar pulled her hands over her ears. She was tired of this yelling. She knew something was wrong with her. She knew things that she wasn't supposed to; she heard things that weren't there. But whatever it was, Papa was right, they could fix this. It would all be alright.

"It's all my fault," her mother was crying. "It's all my..."

Sar closed her eyes.

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HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYBODY! I HOPE EVERYONE HAS A GREAT 2018!!

so yes, we get more of an insight to sar's backstory now and learn more about her parents! we can also see how she was when she started feeling her powers!