Disclaimer- Still don't own Hayden Christensen or the rest of Higher
Ground.
(Saturday)
Peter stood in front of the subdued group. He cleared his throat, getting a few glances. "I know Group's been hard sinceā¦since Rowan's disappearance a week ago, but Dwayne, Sophie and I have found something," he paused, "that maybe can give us a sound board to talk about our feelings."
"You guys know the poetry you had to write?" started Sophie.
"I'm not reading mine again," said Ezra, "embarrassed red is not my color." His remark got a few smiles that barely sliced through the moody air.
"Well, it seems Rowan did do the work and just refused to show it. We've decided to have everyone take a turn reading the poems out loud," said Dwayne.
"And then," Sophie paused for drama, "discussion of our feelings!" Sighing, the Group began to read, passing the binder in a circle. When they finished, Kat was crying and the other girls were more than a little misty.
They sat silent for a moment until Scott spoke up, well whispered up, "Sara."
"What?" said Dwayne.
"Sara- she's the girl in his poems isn't she? In his nightmares too."
"Nightmares?" questioned Peter. Ezra, Auggie and Scott proceeded to fill him in on Rowan's screaming night time fit.
"Who is Sara?" Shelby asked Dwayne, who looked at the other adults, confused on which answer he should give.
"Well, Sara's, she's, Sara's-"
"She's no one." Everyone turned to see Rowan standing dripping rain and blood in tiny rivulets in the doorway. "Like me. I'm not here to talk about the past. I need the name of the other place. The place I would've been sent if I didn't choose here."
"But why? Where-"
"I don't have time," said Rowan softly, hurriedly. "He's coming and when he does, he'll kill me."
(Saturday)
Peter stood in front of the subdued group. He cleared his throat, getting a few glances. "I know Group's been hard sinceā¦since Rowan's disappearance a week ago, but Dwayne, Sophie and I have found something," he paused, "that maybe can give us a sound board to talk about our feelings."
"You guys know the poetry you had to write?" started Sophie.
"I'm not reading mine again," said Ezra, "embarrassed red is not my color." His remark got a few smiles that barely sliced through the moody air.
"Well, it seems Rowan did do the work and just refused to show it. We've decided to have everyone take a turn reading the poems out loud," said Dwayne.
"And then," Sophie paused for drama, "discussion of our feelings!" Sighing, the Group began to read, passing the binder in a circle. When they finished, Kat was crying and the other girls were more than a little misty.
They sat silent for a moment until Scott spoke up, well whispered up, "Sara."
"What?" said Dwayne.
"Sara- she's the girl in his poems isn't she? In his nightmares too."
"Nightmares?" questioned Peter. Ezra, Auggie and Scott proceeded to fill him in on Rowan's screaming night time fit.
"Who is Sara?" Shelby asked Dwayne, who looked at the other adults, confused on which answer he should give.
"Well, Sara's, she's, Sara's-"
"She's no one." Everyone turned to see Rowan standing dripping rain and blood in tiny rivulets in the doorway. "Like me. I'm not here to talk about the past. I need the name of the other place. The place I would've been sent if I didn't choose here."
"But why? Where-"
"I don't have time," said Rowan softly, hurriedly. "He's coming and when he does, he'll kill me."
