Madeline Denbrough was sweet girl. Maybe the sweetest of them all. Listened to her parents didn't fight, didn't swear, like Mrs. Denbrough knew her boys secretly did. Most women wanted to have a male first born. To please their husbands, take on their family name and all those silly reasons women usually wanted things for. Sharon Denbrough was different. She couldn't be happier to, on the summer of 1947, give birth to an pretty little girl. She named her Madeline, because french was her second language and she loved it as she loved playing "für elise" on the piano.

When Bill completed four years and Georgie was born, Sharon told her daughter she should always look after her brothers, take care of them and make sure they turned into fine boys. She was their older sister after all, they were her responsibility. Mrs. Denbrough was a busy woman. Busy taking care of her husband, their house and especially busy with her piano lessons. And boys… Oh, boys didn't know how to take care of themselves. That's why they married women, so they would take care of them. Because they were so pathetically helpless without their girly help. And that applied perfectly with their family.

Zack Denbrough couldn't bow his tie without his wife's hands. And William and George definitely couldn't tie their shoelaces without their sister assistance. Or at least that's how things were, for nice pacific ten years.

Sharon Denbrough told her daughter to take care of her brothers. And Madeline Denbrough happily did.

She would brush their hair and button up their shirts before they went to school. And help with the boys homework, although, she would admit Bill was so smart he practically didn't need it. She baked cookies for Billy's friends. And played with Georgie's when they would come over the house. And during dark nights,when the storm outside was a distant concern for the Denbrough siblings, because they weren't able to hear it, due to their parents screams, she would welcome them into her room. The chambers of a princess, with a delicate floral wallpaper, a white fancy dressing table and a pink and golden canopy covering the bed. The three of them would sit in her bed and stay really close together. Georgie in her lap, Bill with his head resting in Madeline's thin shoulder. And then she would sing, softly next to their ears, while passing her hand kindly through Bill's silky hair.

They didn't look alike. The Denbrough children. William looked almost exactly like his father. Skinny, tall and handsome. The dark auburn hair was short and his skin milky.

Madeline was like her mother, stunning and unbelievably gorgeous. She was granted with blonde hair with soft curls and eburnean complexion. Madeline was tall, just like her brother, and unlike most girls at Derry's School. But her height didn't make her any less graceful.

Last, but not least, Georgie was small and cute. His hair was light brown, probably a mix of his parents color, and his smile missing a teeth.

The three of the Denbrough siblings had meaningful quiet chartreuse eyes.

The day Georgie disappeared, Madeline was sick, at home, resting peacefully in her room. She could barely speak and her cheeks were hot and red. She was a lot worse than Bill and not to make their oldest son even sicker, it was told for both boys to get a safe distance from their beloved sister. The day Georgie disappeared, Madeline wasn't taking care of them. And that, that their parents would never ever forget.

It was the last day of school. It was already possible to smell the sweet aroma vacation spread all over town. All kids were happy at Derry School. All kids.

Except the Denbrough siblings.

Vacation, it meant more time at home. It meant more time staring at the empty bedroom Georgie left. Meant more time in the presence of their parents and, for Madeline and Bill, especially meant being remember how their failure caused their younger brother to die.

"Missing." Hissed Bill everytime Maddie mentioned it. "H-he's m-i-issing." She knew Bill was having a hard time accepting their brother was dead. It was interesting how they were so close, and still, had a totally different approach considering the matter of death. Madeline thought the sooner she accepted Georgie was dead and gone, gone for good, the sooner she would be able to heal. But, in the end, dealing with the greef, with the guilty, with the concern towards the left brother.

Bill refused to accept the truth and their parents couldn't care less. Their perfect family was completely destroyed.

Well, they were never a perfect family to begin with…