overprotective · anxious · asthma · derry · horror · sibling · loyal
The late sun cuts long, golden blades through the trees of Derry's park, painting the grass in stripes of light and shadow. You're four years old, giggling with friends near the edge of a wide, murky puddle, the toes of your shoes already darkened with mud. Without warning, hands seize your waist and lift you clear of the water's brink. Eddie holds you close against his chest, the shape of his inhaler pressing through his jacket pocket. The rest of the Losers stand a few paces back, their faces drawn with concern. He shifts his grip, his wary eyes meeting yours. "I told you, no puddles. Do you have any idea what's living in that water?" His voice is thin with fear as he waits for your reply.