#iv. ❛ how much can you lie before you get tired. ( para. )
i had all and then most of you, some and now, none of you. take me back to the night we met. / iv.
micah’s rehearsed this speech upwards of a hundred times now. he’s planned it out to the very number of breaths he takes in between words. he’s planned for every question he might get. the drafted texts to daniel sit in his phone, untouched, just in case he decides to talk himself out of this. because the last thing he wants is to start another fight tonight. when julian slings harsh words, and sofia echoes them, he’ll just let them, because the fight is all out of him. micah knows when a battle is lost, and this one was over before he was aware that it began.
he’s prepared for a lot when he walks into hq. he’s prepared for the anger, the insults, the rejection.
he’s not prepared to lose his best friend.
the news seeps in slowly, then all at once. his breath quickens, then it stops altogether. he takes it in, closes his eyes against his grief. he doesn’t think he even deserves to ━━
blair maxwell doesn’t look like the type of girl to be found in a creative writing class. she doesn’t even look like the type to do her own work. but she sits two seats away from him, among one of the eight students called out for having outstanding papers. she sits prim and proper, with an air of superiority that even micah can’t match, on some days. she glances his way once, and micah knows they aren’t going to be friends.
━━ mourn them. he’s been AVOIDING THEM, for the past year, almost. and yeah, he’s bridged that gap a little. he’s called a truce on this one-sided silent war of his, where he’s running, running, running from daniel, from everything daniel is. he’s started up with blair, right where they left off, though that isn’t much. he’s a little worn down, but the two of them still carry themselves with a different sort of air than everyone else. and maybe he only does it when he’s with her.
no.
only did it.
verena’s words echo in his mind again, and again, and again, and ag━━
daniel taupo has some sort of fascination with gathering every fucked up individual in school and crafting the space around them into something that can easily be called home. he does it with micah, and with naomi, and damaris, and verena, and bryce, and even cristian, and lord knows not everyone can handle cristian. but daniel does, and micah knows that he genuinely sees them all as some sort of family. it’s insane that they’re even friends, but they’re MORE now, and that.
that’s something.
daniel taupo is something, and micah wishes he were a little more reluctant to call him a friend.
━━ain, until they sink all the way in, and oh. micah needs to do something. needs to find ashley, no, fuck, naomi, oh god, naomi. but his feet stay planted. he can’t move, and even if he could, what would he do? hug her? tell her it’s going to be okay? it’s NOT. because if daniel and blair, the strongest of them all, went down, then what hope do they have?
he needs to see the twins, needs to make sure they’re okay, he needs to get them far away from here. he’ll fight mayer himself, but if he touches those twins, god so help him.
micah thinks these things, knows he needs to move, but he stands there, in the midst of the tears and the anguish and the disbelief, and he━━
two years later, they’re in college together, all eight of them, and he’s still a dirtbag, but she’s a queen, and somehow, they’re friends. she doesn’t ask him to ━━ would probably gut him like a fucking fish if she found out ━━ but he gets into a few fights for her. once in high school, when someone says some shit about her and neither she nor daniel are there to defend her, and once in college, when some guys think they can say whatever they want about her, regardless of how lewd it is. when the gang fights out that he’s been in a fight, he doesn’t say shit about blair, and no one ever mentions her, because the two are barely friends. no way would he fight for her.
━━breathes.
❛ it’s a good thing you’re so hot, daniel. otherwise, i don’t know what the fuck i’d do with you. ❜
you think i’m hot?
❛ obviously. if it doesn’t work out with cristian, i’m coming for you, bro. blair can move on. you and me? we’re getting married. ❜
he was going to tell them. no, no, that’s a lie, he could’ve never told them. if he was going to, he would’ve. but he wanted to. he wanted to tell daniel, because he really doesn’t LIKE ( DIDN’T LIKE ) keeping shit from daniel, and even though his fearless leader was an idiot, micah trusted him. he could’ve told micah what to do, could’ve saved micah the way he did before. and he wanted to tell blair because blair wouldn’t care the way the others would. she would call him stupid, and she would MEAN IT, but she wouldn’t be sad, or pity him.
he would’ve told them, because the more he thought about it, the less it made sense not to tell them.
he wanted to tell them so much, and he hates himself, more fiercely than he ever has before, that he didn’t. he hates that he wasted his time with them. if he’d known that his days with them were numbered, he would’ve spent them wisely.
it’s daniel’s hand on his chest, and verena’s gaze, and isaiah’s voice, and blair’s eyes across camp, and kimberly’s stricken expression. it’s everything, all of these things that are too honest, and too scary, that keep micah from attacking again. it’s all of these things, and he shoves away from all of them. he walks into the woods, hating himself and everyone, and wanting so badly for mayer to show up, just to put him out of his misery.
micah’s rehearsed this speech upwards of a hundred times now. he’s planned it out to the very number of breaths he takes in between words that he knows he’ll never say. he’s planned for every question he might get. the drafted texts to daniel sit in his phone, untouched, and he wishes he would’ve just sent them. wishes he would’ve called daniel, told him to fuck hq and just come over, so he and micah and blair could talk about this, and she could judge him, and daniel could help him.
but he didn’t.
micah didn’t.
and it feels like it’s all crashing down, all coming apart, all at once, and he doesn’t know how to stop it. but he doesn’t cry. he doesn’t cry, because it’s not fair. he doesn’t have that right. instead, he makes his way across the room, moving like a man possessed, and he pulls naomi into his arms. he knows naomi is feeling so much guilt and fear and shit he can’t imagine, and his feelings don’t compare. he hugs her, holds her tight, much like the night they cried into each other’s shoulders, except tighter, as if to keep mayer away and to keep her from falling apart. micah knows what it’s like to unravel at the seams, and he thinks that maybe if he holds her tight enough, he can keep her together until she stitches herself back up.
it feels like they’re both unraveling, pieces falling into each other, but he’s hiding it just a little better. naomi’s always been a bleeding wound, and if he can act as a bandage, and just hold her up for another few minutes, then that’s enough.
he holds her the way he wishes he’d held daniel one more time, or he’d tried to hug blair. he lets go of family, because that’s what they are, and it’s what they’ve always been, always will be, and he holds onto this one.
micah wishes, just for a moment, that he’d told them he loved them. just once. and he hopes that somewhere in the afterlife, they know that he did.
i don’t know what i’m s’posed to do, holding the ghost of you. take me back to the night we met.
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7 17 2015
The most Scariest and Blessed day of my life so far.
I have never been so scared in my entire life until that day came. I’ll tell the whole story here on tumblr.
My due date was on the July 15th of the year 2015. 2 weeks before the due date, my awesome OB performed and IE and told me that I should walk at least 200m to 500m a day to avoid a cesarean section. So on those past few days before due date, I managed to walk to some parts of our village and completed what the ob said.
On our second to the last appointment, I was still 2cm dilated, our ob said after the IE. Still in dismay, I asked questions on how to resolve the problem and might want other plans just in case. She said that we still have our last week to adhere to the parameters needed to have a Normal delivery. If it didn’t work, she’ll have to induce the labor to avoid stress to the baby. Also she saw some white-ish particles in the ultrasound (white ink on the ultrasound is what you can see on the ultrasound like the baby, some particles and other thing-y, and the black ink particles there is the water.) It could be the baby’s poop or the water level is too thick. (The water is too mature and starting to degrade *not a healthy sign when the baby is still inside*)
Then the next day, I started to walk twice the length of the first prescription. Then the last check up came. It was July 15, 2015. OB performed IE and still, i was still 2 cm dilated. I am expecting that I am at least 4-5 cm dilated. I was so disappointed that day.
Then, our OB gave us a choice to wait for a week or to perform an Induced Labor the next day pronto. We decided to get the baby out the next day. I arranged my things, phone, towel and the baby bag.
On July 16, 2015, Me and The Husband went to the hospital. We filled up the sheets and all, while I’m still waiting for my natural labor to come. After 2-3 hours, the nurse put on an IV on me. I can’t remember what it is I think Oxytocin. My sister came and she’s all out support. (goodie)
I was hungry so Hubs went to buy noodles. Then My OB came and said I can’t eat anymore due to the IV. ughhh. Fast forward, I was being induced that moment. It was 4:00 pm. I was transferred to the 2nd floor. where the labor room, operating room, and the nursery/NICU room are. Then there’s so many nurses and I was still in bed. Then they transferred me to another wheeled bed and I waited for like an hour outside the rooms. I can’t feel any pain. Then, they attached some things on my Belly. It’s a machine that can monitor your contractions.
It’s like a lie detector test but attached to my belly. Once the thin needle draw earthquake like readings, I just felt some tingling sensation. Then they said, that’s it, it’s a contraction! But I said, is that it? I mean it’s not painful at all. They said, I have a strong pain tolerance. Other mum’s out there felt that painful enough to push. (I felt those tingling sensations 1 and a half weeks prior to this scenario so I guess i was unconsciously having contractions for like 1 and a half weeks until this. :> )
Next thing I know I was transferred again to another room, the Labor room where I had to be induced until the next morning. That whole day was a tiring day since you've haven't had any food, when I was inside the room, that's where all the pain started. The contractions are getting bigger and stronger and longer to the point that I'm making painful gestures with all the wires attache to me and my belly because of the IV Drip. I took a photo of my belly dull of stretch marks to ease the pain. The contractions were a 5-10minute apart. And the nurses are always there, friendly and always checking on me. They even turned off the lights so that I could sleep.
The next day came, July 17, 2015 5am and no progress yet. Still 2cm dilated. Oh by the way, I had 2 female nurses and 1 male nurse which is very friendly and all out support on me too since he knew my sister, he was always on my call. So glad! If it wasn't for him our bills had started to sky-rocket! He said it's the nurses' prerogative to check for the used meds and all but this male nurse, he came into conclusion that I wasn't even in the OR yet and still inside the Labor Room which is BTW has minimal charge unlike if I was staying in the hospital room sooo, yep, good point nurse!
Also, since I haven't eaten anything since yesterday, he said, he will give me food(thank you po lord) but it's our(and the female nurses) secret coz we're not allowed to eat in here. Lol
The monde's mamon and 1 skyflakes pack is all I got to munch on but nonetheless, it sufficed.
Then every 5 mins of all the hours remaining until 6pm in the afternoon is painful since the ob said we need to add dosage to the IV so that I could be in total-labor. That's a total bummer.
3pm, I saw a woman on a hospital bed i think she's injected with anesthesia and the sleeping drug already since she's very calm and she was just on the room for like 5minutes and after that, she went straight to the OR and then performed scheduled C-section. After about 2-3 hours, she was on the labor room again and she's groggy due to the operation.
(I think much better to go with the scheduled one so you wouldn’t endure the pain of an induced one, still, the choice is yours!)
Fast forward, I was very stressed due to the contractions and I haven't eaten anything yet since yesterday and I was all alone in the room without the husband nor the sister. We just communicate through texts.
6:10pm the ob came and said it's time to do the inevitable.
***Cesarean-section***
so I was in labor for a total of 24 hours plus+++++. 😭
I was very nervous that time. So many what if's and all. Someone gave me papers to sign for the approval of doing the c-Section procedure. And then they proceeded to put me into the Operating room. Hubby isn’t allowed at the OR idk why I think, hispital rules? The nurses transferred me to a cross like operating bed and waited for the anesthesiologist to inject some on my spine.
They said this part was a very painful one but It doesn't friggin' hurt. I think i just felt an ant bite on my back but it doesn't really hurt. I think I just had the best anesthesiologist in town.(and a pricey one too 😂)
Anyways after that it immediately spread unto the lower part if my body until the ob came and she said to fasten my arms to the crossed➕ bed and they're checking on my bp. I had High BP that time since I was very nervous. And the aircon was on my feet. Its very cold and I dont know what to expect. Also the very unexpected shoulder dance! After they injected some med on the IV, My shoulders started to shudder like crazy! It’s like I was limbo rocking in the OR ofc without any prizes and consolations. The doctors inside told me it was perfectly normal. But wth I didn’t know about and didn’t signed up for that. LOL—
Anyways, we waited for my bp to low down until the ob sent the go signal.
This time They put a green barrier on my chest and lower stomach so i can't see how they slice up my belly.
Then the ob asked what would be the type of cut I want, bikini or normal cut, she said it doesn't have a difference in terms of the price since it's always up to the doctors to put their price tag on that, so I said, “Okay Doc, Bikini Cut!”
Then she started. They were chatting while cutting me! They’re like conyo and laughing but I don’t mind, it eases my mind and their conversation felt comfortable, they’re also chatting with me a little (para mapa-kalma ako) the anesthesiologist and my ob. And then after 20 minutes or so, she said,
“Oh, that's why he hasn't gone down on you because he's had two umbilical cord on his neck!”
2 rounds of umbilical cord on his neck?!—
When I heard that, I was like, WTF! You wanna die even before you're born? Lol Anyways. I was shocked and at the same time grateful to my ob since she didn't hesitate to decide on doing the procedure later.
The I heard him crying! Goodness gracious! It was a very tearful moment but I didn't cry. Lol he was put on my chest and unto my breast to start latching but I dunno he can't but whatevs. (We did delay cord-clamping, best decision ever)
After that the anesthesiologist came and put on the sleeping drug so that they can continue to the operation and stitched my belly back.
After 1 minute, I was very sleepy and blacked out for realzz. The moment I woke up I was in the Labor room already and the pedia checked on me and told me my baby was on the NICU and my husband was with the baby and all things doctor-ish that I can't totally remember because I was friggin groggy. Then after that I passed out again, I was then transferred to my room at about 10pm that day and I can't stand nor put my upper body up because it's so painful and the doctor advised me not to get up yet.
When the baby's there, I can’t see him kasi the cot is high so I got my phone and took a picture of him while laying on the bed. Lol.
But this momma is pasaway so she got up and tried to breastfeed the bear, hence the photo below:
Anyways. That's it!
Welcome to the cruel world with your crazy yet awesome pair of parents,
Nathan James!
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dear mother, i’ve found the devil again. and he’s just as smart as before. / self-para, iv.
DON’T COME HOME.
she isn’t there when he gets there. but he is, which doesn’t set micah’s stomach at ease at all. he stands outside micah’s door, tips of his mouth curled down in a familiar frown. he doesn’t look angry, but he rarely ever did. PREACHER MAN, PREACHER MAN, how does a child run from the devil if you yourself can’t recognize him? no, hyun-ki was always good at playing the part of the angel. even when his wife was dazed and his son sported broken bones, he was the picture of innocence. micah doesn’t think it was so much that no one saw; no one wanted to see. and he couldn’t blame them, because if he had the choice of ignoring it all, wouldn’t he?
ha. if only.
hyun-ki leaves when someone comes down the hallway. his hand just a hair’s width away from his terrified son, he draws back as if burned. he gives valeria, their nosy neighbor from two doors down, a smile and watches her until she walks into her apartment. it isn’t until she’s locked inside that he looks back to his son, whose back is pressed against the door of his apartment, SO CLOSE to safety, but too far for it to make a difference. ❛ you can’t avoid this forever, micah. eventually, you have to stop running. ❜ he leaves then, another look to his son, as if their history was a normal one, and micah was just being a stubborn child. he disappears down the hall without another word, and micah ━━
micah runs into his apartment, and promptly empties his stomach.
YEAH, I’M FINE. JUST SAW A MOUSE.
the third time micah is forced to face his father is just four days later, only an hour after micah gets home from hq. he really does try to work out a way to help naomi pay her dad back without leaving them broke and homeless, and he devotes his time to trying to figure it out.
the doorbell rings, and micah.... he already knows. he knows who it is, but he answers anyway, because IT WON’T STOP. it’s been nearly six months since his father starting calling, and if that rejection wasn’t clear enough, if a restraining order isn’t enough to keep him away, then not answering the door isn’t going to do shit.
he walks into the apartment as if he paid for it, glancing around with distaste. the byeon clan was never wealthy, but they’d always lived well, considering they had no support but each other. they would’ve never lived in such a small apartment, especially with four people living there. but micah tries so hard not to be anything like his dad, and he likes the home he’d made here. he likes it, and the sight of his dad standing in it makes him sick.
but nothing feels as bad as those eyes falling back on him. with no audience around to make him behave, hyun-ki’s gaze is sharp & unforgiving. micah’s throat feels dry, and his heart pounds as if it plans to bust out of his chest, but he holds his father’s gaze. he’s not a kid anymore. he can’t be afraid to stand up for himself. if his demons are in front of him, what can he do but face them?
❛ you’re still ignoring my calls. ❜ his frown is deep and disappointed. it shouldn’t mean shit, but it makes micah feel low and worthless. just the way it used to. it’s a look his father has mastered over years of practice, and the feeling of it never quite changes. ❛ how long do you plan on acting like a child, micah? don’t�� you have the decency to at least hear what i have to say? ❜
with his arms crossed over his chest, micah tries to emulate the glare he’s so used to giving julian. except julian has never hurt micah; he’s never been more than a minor annoyance. the two couldn’t be more different, no matter how much micah hates them both. ❛ why should i? i did my time dealing with you. ❜
❛ i came all this way ━━ ❜
❛ i didn’t ASK YOU TO ━━ ❜ the look on his father’s face could settle the realms of hell, if he so pleased. it isn’t nearly as thunderous as what micah’s used to, but the effect is the same. despite his bet efforts, micah’s eyes dart away for a moment.
❛ don’t interrupt me, micah. it’s rude. i raised you better than that. ❜
you didn’t.
there’s a long silence, and micah suddenly misses the non-stop noise that usually fills the apartment. naomi, talking and crying about absolutely nothing, the twins, screaming and doing all they could to make life harder for their mother. even lana, and all of her crazy. anything was better than this. ❛ how’s cristian? ❜ hyun-ki’s lips twitch into a small smile, as if taking pleasure in the way micah’s head snaps back to him. the words are casual, low and languid, even if the meaning is anything but. ❛ he did come here with you, didn’t he? it’s been a long time since i last saw him. ❜ cristian’d never gone over micah’s house back then. it was always the other way around, even before micah realized he was living with a monster and a zombie. his dad hadn’t seen cristian since micah was about nine and he was dropping him off to spend the weekend with the ramos’. not long after micah’s fourteenth birthday, he was careful to never even mention cristian around his parents. even if they were well aware of where micah was ( when they cared enough to notice ) he’d held onto the hope that maybe they’d forgotten about cristian. micah would’ve never forgiven himself if cristian got hurt because of him.
he shook his head slowly, glaring at his father. ❛ don’t. don’t bring him into this. ❜
the smug smile fades, and hyun-ki stares down at his son in thinly veiled disgust, and micah already knows where this is going. ❛ you’ve always loved him more than your own family. i was hoping you would have grown out of this by now, micah, it’s embarrassing. ❜ it isn’t a new conversation. but it’s always been one thing micah truly didn’t give a shit about. whether it’s a knock on micah’s sexuality or his loyalty to cristian, or both, it never changes the fact that micah's defiant. it only serves to piss the man off more to know that he can’t control everything, but it's a small victory for micah.
arms falling to his side, micah glances at the door behind hyun-ki. all he can do was hope naomi doesn’t come home any time soon. he looks back to his father, anxious to have this visit end sooner than later. ❛ what do you want? ❜
he doesn’t know why he asked. he already knows, even before hyun-ki announces that, ❛ you need to come home. micah, ❜ he adds before micah could say anything, ❛ your mother is dying. ❜
that ━━ micah isn’t expecting that. his eyes trace his father’s face, looking for any sign of a lie. he wants so badly for it to be an elaborate ruse, another trick to get micah to forgive and forget again. but it isn’t. hyun-ki’s eyes are as honest as they’ve ever been. ❛ how? ❜ no. not how. ❛ what did you do? ❜ as much as micah despises his parents, his mother was never bad to him. she was negligent, at best, but when she was there, she was everything he needed. warm and soft, a kiss ghosting across his forehead as he fell asleep, a strong force between him and his father. because as cruel as the man is, he’s always loved her too much to hurt her. at least, he DID. but it’s been four years since micah left; there’s no reason to believe he hasn’t started taking it out on elodie. his hands clench into fists, and he grits his teeth. ❛ WHAT DID YOU D O ? ❜
his father shakes his head. ❛ she’s sick, micah. she hasn’t taken care of herself in years. it’s been too long. her body is shutting down. ❜ it feels like a bullshit answer. like the EASY one. it’s better to blame it on his sick wife than on himself. ❛ i understand if you have your problems with me, micah, but she’s your mother. surely, you want to be there in her last days. ❜
no. no.
when micah doesn’t answer, hyun-ki.... changes. it’s a subtle shift: his eyes seem colder, calculative. his head tips to the side, and he stares at micah as if he’s staring right through him. ❛ and the children that live here? ❜ micah’s heart STOPS. of all of the things hyun-ki could’ve said, nothing terrifies him as much as the idea of his father knowing about the twins. but it makes sense, doesn’t it? his father somehow knows where he lives. god, he knows where he works. the latter can almost be excused. since the release of the movie, they’ve been popular. it wouldn’t be hard to find out where they work. but micah has made sure their address was always kept secret, for this very reason. for his own safety, for naomi’s, but most of all, for the twins. ava and noah, who his father knows about. his reaction must be enough to encourage hyun-ki, because he keeps going, as if micah doesn’t feel sick. or maybe because. ❛ wouldn’t you want them to return home if it were their mother? ❜ stop. ❛ what’s her name.... naomi, right? ❜ please. ❛ you aren’t setting a good example for them. perhaps i should talk to this roommate of yours. i’m sure she’ll understand. ❜
❛ no. ❜ micah’s voice is quiet, nearly inaudible. if his father hears it, he gives no indication.
❛ i can wait until she gets home. or i can come back later. ❜
❛ don’t. ❜ quieter.
❛ you realize that now, don’t you? i can always come back. as far as you run, you are my son. and i can always find you. ❜ micah’s head drops, and his shoulders sag as he stares at the ground, willing everything back. the fear, the hatred, the desire to hide, the desire to cry. a cold hand rests on his cheek, and micah knows he can’t win here. ❛ it’s in the best interests of yourself, the children, and all of your friends to stop this rebellious act and come home. ❜
micah tries to breathe. he tries so hard, but it’s wet, shuddering, and shallow. his lungs are filled with water, as if he’s a dam just on the verge of breaking. and he is. at least, he feels like it. ❛ please, ❜ he pleads again, voice shaking. his entire body is trembling, but he feels no tears. slowly, he’s starting to feel nothing.
❛ we can work the restraining order out, of course. my lawyer has already agreed to talk to the judge. ❜ the same lawyer that made sure hyun-ki never spent a second in a jail cell, despite how many times he was accused of abuse. ❛ and, to compensate naomi for your inconvenience, i’ll pay your half of the rent every month that you’re gone. ❜ every MONTH. as if elodie has years left. in all likeliness, she does. but what’s the point in arguing? the use of naomi’s name is deliberate. it’s a quiet reminder that i know about her, and i know where she lives. if i can get to you, what do you imagine i can do to her? it’s a threat, not just to naomi or the twins. it’s to cristian, and ashley, and every other mysterybuster.
( there was once a reason that micah kept his distance. somewhere along the way, he’d forgotten. now, he remembers. his father has always been good at mind games. he’s always been a master of seeing what it takes to get to his son, and pushing every single button he needs to in order to get his way. micah stayed away so that they could never be used against him. inevitably, he failed. )
❛ i’ll come back to pick you up tonight, micah. ❜
❛ please... ❜ it’s a last attempt at saving himself. it means nothing. they both know he’s lost, even before his dad stepped through that door.
when hyun-ki speaks again, his voice is tender and loving. the way he genuinely sounded, some many, many lives ago. ❛ your mother will be so happy to hear that you’re coming home. you are coming home, aren’t you? ❜
DON’T WORRY, I TOOK CARE OF IT.
somewhere across the city, someone has their first kiss. the dog in the apartment upstairs barks, and a siren wails as a fire truck passes by. the sky falls dark, and micah.... breathes.
❛ yes, father. ❜
dear mother,
i’m sorry to say i lied, and the devil has played me again.
it seems he’d never left to begin with.
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the placement of guilt. / task, ii.
exhaustion had settled into micah’s bones like the chill of winter. he’d barely made it into his apartment, closing & LOCKING the door behind naomi. he didn’t say anything to her as she went to her room. what could he say? sleep well? don’t think about our DEAD INTERN or our arrested friend? somehow, he doubted she would find comfort in the words. he retreated to his own room, the lights still out as he collapsed onto his bed. his mind raced, filled with images of ashley, soaked in blood, isaiah, dragged away in HANDCUFFS, everyone so lost and confused. as if it wasn’t clear as day. or maybe micah was too cynical; maybe he only saw the worst in people.
( RIDDLE ME THIS: the difference between the goddess with flaxen hair and a smile painted upon supple lips & the sinner with raven hair and weary eyes, hidden in fear and oppression?
simply ━━ vision.
where she saw the world in technicolor, he saw muted hues, blacks and whites, shaded grays. he saw the worst because he’d LIVED IT. )
miles away, gina’s death was declared a murder. it was the first night that micah genuinely didn’t attempt to sleep. the sun rose, and his phone rang.
{ log entry: unanswered: 001. }
a cup of coffee sat in front of him, the burn still stinging his tongue. there was irresponsibility there, someone would say. in burning yourself on fresh coffee. better to rip yourself apart on your own jagged edges, he mused, as if that would make a difference. weren’t you bound to B L E E D, either way? his phone rang again, going unanswered, in favor of last night playing in his mind again. bryce’s lost look, damaris checking the body, isaiah━━━━
{ log entry: unanswered: 004. }
when the buzzing started again, his patience snapped. for the first time since this all began, he picked up the phone. ❛ STOP CALLING ME. jesus, i don’t want to talk to you, okay? stop.... fucking calling. ❜
silence rang out on the opposite end and micah almost thought he’d done it. for the first time ever, he’d stood up for himself, and maybe he’d won. then, quietly from the other end ━━━ ❛ uh, hello? um, micah byeon? hi, i’m━━ ❜
❛ why are you calling me? ❜ but he knew. god, he did this regularly; people asking about the movie, about silverwood, about cristian. he knew what a reporter sounded like, even when they were confused and scared.
❛ oh, um. ❜ shuffling on the other end, the telltale rustling of papers, followed by stammering that had micah’s eyes rolling. ❛ last night, um, GINA FLETCHER was murdered at the party you attended, correct? ❜
micah slipped the spectacles from his nose, setting them on the table. he pinched the bridge of his nose, allowing himself a sigh as he forced down his irritation. he couldn’t lose his nerve. he was the last person who could. ❛ don’t ask a question you already know the answer to. get to the point. ❜
❛ what were you doing before her body was found? ❜
micah.... couldn’t answer that. not HONESTLY, anyway. he already knew that. honesty wouldn’t be his friend here. but his lies had to be CLOSE. ❛ i was in the party with everyone else. then, they announced the winner of the costume contest, and i went looking for a bathroom. when i came back, they’d already found the body. not that i didn’t already say this when the police questioned me last night. ❜
scribbling, half-lies, half-truth. it would get SKEWED anyway. ❛ were you with anyone? ❜
❛ how often do you take someone into the bathroom with you, exactly? ❜ the sarcasm was, perhaps, unnecessary, but that WAS a stupid question. ❛ are we done? ❜
❛ not yet. mr. byeon ━━━ what do you think happened to gina fletcher? ❜
the hands clenched. ❛ i think she DIED. and you’re questioning her friend instead of doing something useful. ❜
there was a moment of silence between the two. maybe micah went too far, taking his frustration out on someone who wasn’t asking anything micah wouldn’t be hearing for weeks to come. he was tired just thinking about it. there was a weariness in him, an unprecedented sort of tiredness in the rise and fall of his eyelids. he was so tired, and it hadn’t even been a day. he was certain he’d scared the guy off for a moment. then, he spoke again. ❛ i apologize for your loss. one last question, then i’ll be finished.
did isaiah maxwell do it ? ❜
it took everything in micah not to hang up then and there. what a stupid question. and they might’ve expected him to say yes. ❛ no. of all the people there, you REALLY think isaiah’s the one capable of murder? ❜
❛ you don’t. ❜ not a question; knowing.
❛ i think isaiah’s convenient. he makes a pretty scapegoat, but he didn’t do shit. ❜
all he got for his defense was another bout of silence. then: ❛ thank you for your cooperation, mr. byeon. i know this wasn’t easy. on behalf of the daily ━━━ ❜
micah hung up before he was forced to sit through condolences. not for the first time this month, he shut his phone off, setting it to the side. he took a drink from his coffee, letting the liquid burn its path down, scorching away the remnants of last night’s misery.
day one of not sleeping.
the sun rose, and micah’s phone didn’t ring.
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heart of te fiti / self-para, ii.
micah has experienced a lot of things in his life. no, not all of them have been the greatest. some of them have left their scars, physical and otherwise, aching beneath the surface. some experiences have put blood in his eyes and colored his hands a deplorable color, turning his stomach in ways he’d once thought himself impervious to. it’s always a heartbreaking thing when the strong discover they are anything but. it’s not so much his illusion of strength that’s shattered in those moments; it’s his illusion of security, a word made up to comfort the DROWNING folk, and micah has long since made peace with the water filling his lungs.
but this isn’t about those moments.
this moment doesn’t hurt.
( by that logic, it’s better, even if the bar is set ridiculously low. )
he’s not exactly sure where naomi is. he knows she’s somewhere in the apartment, along with an assortment of others. ( he’s in the kind of mood where he’s lowkey glad they’re here, so he’ll just call them UNDESIRABLES to their face, knowing they won’t believe him anyway. ) while his plan for the day had originally involved calling ahead to make sure things were ready for their next haunted sleepover and maybe getting in a pre-nap before whatever trouble this day decided to bring. it hadn’t involved a number of their friends busting into their apartment less than an hour after the twins were put to sleep, or said twins waking up and being given to him. he never minds babysitting. micah’s hardly FATHERLY, but he rarely, if ever, passes up an opportunity to spend time with ava and noah. he can only imagine how hard being a single parent is, and it’s his job to ease that burden on naomi, if only a LITTLE.
still. his day off was not supposed to go like this.
the whole break-in aside, he isn’t quite sure how he ended up both covered in children, and ON THE FLOOR. he partially blames it on noah, who has him pinned, body spread out languidly across micah’s chest. it should be ILLEGAL to look so comfortable atop of someone whose body is so perpetually tense, it would be hard to imagine them otherwise. his eyes shift between the television, where moana plays for the fourth this this week, and the toys he bangs against micah’s sternum with all his strength. with one arm around the boy’s back, the man keeps his other arm around ava. her back PRESSED to his hip, the infant is more or less supporting her own weight ( leaning HEAVILY towards less ) likely motivated by her desire to watch the movie. while micah will be the LAST to denounce the wonder that is MOANA, ava’s fascination is the reason they’ve watched it so many times. she’s not old enough to sing along, but she is at a stage where she can babble in time with certain parts of the song.
micah is somewhat pleased to report that she has the majority of you’re welcome DOWN PAT.
the most fascinating thing is that instead of truly paying attention to it, she and noah just talk to each other throughout the movie. and ava does this WEIRD THING where she shakes when she gets excited, her eyes lighting up like damn fairy lights for absolutely no reason. noah has always been rather calm in comparison, but he does it, too, today. case in point: when tamatoa appears on screen, they both S C R E A M, bodies vibrating with pure excitement. micah hurries to adjust his grip on noah when the boy rolls over, nearly slipping right off of his chest. he’s not even paying attention to the movie !
with an amused huff, micah throws a glance at ava, lightly tickling her stomach. she giggles, and he shakes his head. ❛ you’re a BAD INFLUENCE, you know that? ❜ with an almost INDIGNANT cry, she brings the palm of her hand down to his chin, smacking him with all of her SEVEN MONTH OLD fury. if he weren’t so used to the twins lashing out every time he called them on their behavior, he would be shocked. instead, he just LAUGHS. it’s an honest sound, loud and musical. ( every bit like his mother’s. ) his hand presses against noah’s back to keep him from rolling over as a result of his ill-timed guffaws. ❛ smacking me doesn’t change the fact that i’m RIGHT. ❜
attention fully on him, she lets out a string of unintelligible babble, in a tone that transcends age and LANGUAGE. from his comfortable perch, noah lets out an agreeable hum, always prepared to fight micah. there’s a mutiny every time micah babysits, ESPECIALLY if he tries to feed them pea-flavored food. but, really, is THAT a surprise? no. micah would be pissed at him, too. so not the point.
❛ don’t yell at me, ❜ micah cuts in, when it becomes obvious she doesn’t plan on stopping any time soon. she slaps him again, voice rising as she tries to scream over him. ❛ you are just like your mother ━━ i’m right! ❜ perhaps feeling left out, noah starts screaming in tandem with his sister, though his sounds like one continuous shriek than anything else. ❛ noah, you aren’t helping! ❜
ava, in all of her dramatic glory, arches her back, falling backwards onto him. noah follows her lead, FINALLY succeeding in rolling onto his back, spread out against micah’s chest, a loud SIGH passing his lips. he sounds every bit a tired old man, while ava just looks like a drama queen. micah can’t help himself ━━ he laughs again, the skin around his eyes crinkling as he lets his head fall back, body shaking in a rare bout of undeniable happiness. ❛ GOD, why are you so dramatic? ❜ that gets him another bout of coos, as ava tries to twist her body around to face him, or at least sit up. she’s not quite strong enough to manage the act, despite her best efforts. ❛ see what you do? this is what being extra does to you. now what are you going to do? ❜ another long noise from the loud mouth princess, and a failed attempt at hitting him again. ❛ oh, THAT’S mature. next time you’re hungry, i’m going to remember this moment. scratch that, when you’re seventeen, and need my help convincing your mom to let you take a bad boy to prom, i’m going to remember this moment. when you need money to pay for your WEDDING, i’m going to bring this up, and you’ll remember that you should’ve treated dear old uncle micah better. YOU, TOO, NOAH. ...did you fall asleep? ❜ he cranes his neck to check on the baby, and sure enough, he’s fast asleep. ❛ unbelievable. ❜
❛ ━━━━━ right. NOAH’S unbelievable. ❜
micah’s eyes track their way from the ground up to the couches, where his friends had SOMEHOW all made themselves comfortable while he was distracted. he counts AT LEAST two cameras pointed at him. he almost comments when damaris speaks. ❛ i can’t believe MICAH BYEON spends his time arguing with ━━ ❜
❛ threatening, ❜ isaiah amends with a grin.
❛ ━━ BABIES. ❜
micah’s smile falls, and he gives them the coldest look he can muster, while holding two babies. ❛ don’t you all have literally anywhere else to be? ❜
❛ and miss such a SWEET MOMENT? ❜ trevor shakes his head. ❛ of course not. this video is going on instagram. ❜
❛ it is N O T ! ❜
❛ whatever you say, ❜ naomi mutters, fingers tapping suspiciously on her phone. ❛ but if the video d o e s appear online, it was definitely ashley. ❜
❛ ━━━━ I HATE YOU ALL. ❜
❛ i’m sure you do, but no one is taking you seriously like that, micah. smile! ❜
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wilting figurines. / self-para, i.
there are claws marks on the walls. it’s his first indication that he’s not going to like where this goes. he doesn’t even like where it starts, and when has THAT ever been a good thing? he traces them with his eyes, taking in every wayward mark, all too aware of the blood painting the rivets of the door. it’s fresh, even he can see that. IT SHOULDN’T BE. this is a ( GHOST TOWN. ) at best, the only people stupid enough to come here are senseless tourists, and well ━━ them. but they’re different, because they know this shit is all fake. sure, some of them believe it, but micah isn’t so naive. ghosts? yeah, right.
still. it then begs the question:
WHOSE BLOOD IS THAT?
for some reason, this scene reeks of familiarity. there’s a sort of knowing settling in micah’s stomach, the kind you get when you’re watching that movie that’s been playing on the tv every day for weeks so you know what’s coming up. except you FUCKING HATE that movie, and would give anything to never have to see it again. this is micah’s movie, except he can’t recall where he’s seen it before. he doesn’t know the ending, he just knows he doesn’t like it. foreboding is a weight in his stomach, taunting him with all that he should know, but doesn’t. common sense says to WALK AWAY FROM THE OMINOUSLY BLOODY DOOR, but for some reason, micah doesn’t listen.
it’s about then that micah figures out he’s dreaming.
still ━━ it doesn’t make much difference. not when he’s already taking slow, deliberate steps TOWARDS the door, hand outstretched. his stomach rolls at the feeling of blood beneath his fingertips, but it’s only when he pulls his hand back, getting a proper look at it that he realizes he needs to LEAVE. it’s not safe here. there are screams in the distance, growing louder, louder, louder, DROWNING out the sound of his own breathing, his own thoughts.
there’s a GUT-WRENCHING scream, and it’s in his ears, and it hurts, and it’s blair, it’s, ❛ DANIEL ! ❜ and oh god, not this again. this same fucking nightmare, this same heartache. blair screams again, then it’s damaris, then trevor, and what’s he doing here? no, no, no, no, silverwood was BEFORE! it couldn’t touch them, couldn’t touch the new kids, his new F R I E N D S, because they weren’t there. they’d gotten lucky, the way the original gang hadn’t. so why, why, why in the WORLD can he hear lana screaming for his help?
( and this: why won’t he go?
why are his feet rooted to this
spot, as if he has nowhere
else to be, no one else to
save? )
it’s a cruel crescendo, the sound of their screams going up into the air. his hands clamp over his ears, a desperate attempt to shut out the sounds of hell catching up to him. there are footsteps, coming closer and going farther, LOUD BANGS on the door of his makeshift shelter. in a moment of weakness, he clamps his hands over his ears, squeezing his eyes shut. it’s torture, it won’t stop, I DON’T WANT TO BE HERE ANYMORE! but when have his calls ever been answered? if there is a higher power, they’re not interested in him. not as he wishes they were. no, micah’s always made his own miracles. he’ll get out on his own, the way he always has. he’ll get out; he’ll get out. he’ll get out, he’ll get out, he’ll get ━━
everything stops.
the screaming, the running, the banging, the terror. they all stop, as if commanded. silence stretches, uncomfortable even in the emptiness of this still undefined space. the moments are long and stilted before micah finally pulls his hands from his ears, shifty eyes prying themselves open. it’s SAFE, he assumes. he doesn’t hear anyone anymore, but that sick feeling in his stomach doesn’t go away. it’s still THERE, still coiling around in the pits of his stomach like a smug serpent; it teases him, i know something you don’t know. it’s playful, giving a song and dance as the moments, minutes, hours pass. it’s unknown, all unknown, and how terribly FRIGHTENING that is. for a long time, there’s nothing. not a sound above his shallow breaths, and it finally FEELS like the ghost town he thought he was coming to. except that’s not right, either. he didn’t come here a l o n e. and those losers he came with couldn’t stop talking. they don’t have it IN THEM TO BE SILENT for long periods of time. it should never be this quiet, because they’re never THIS QUIET.
but they are.
his fingers curl, bitten down nails biting into unmarred palms. the silence becomes a curse, just as bad as the screaming. he’d give anything, ANYTHING, for one of them to laugh or say something ridiculous or nonsensical. anything, please, just don’t be dead.
he hears himself breathe, and there’s no comfort in it. there’s still blood on the door, he notes, but claw marks look smaller, like something a CHILD WOULD LEAVE: initials carved into a tree, immortalizing sara + jimmy for the rest of time as a should’ve been, might’ve been. but this isn’t a child’s crush, this is pure AGONY, the lingering side effects of an experiment gone wrong. somewhere, far away, a ROYAL ADVISER is trapped in a tower. he’s worked his way out of this tower a thousand times, why can’t he get out now?
finally ━━ FINALLY, he recognizes his tower.
but, oh, it’s far too late for that.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
loud, unrepentant bangs in quick succession shoot him a foot into the air, and he almost thinks not again. then he hears it. ❛ open the DOOR, micah. i know you can hear me. open the DAMN DOOR. ❜ with another bang to accompany the word “damn,” as if micah had somehow missed the fact that this was non-negotiable. HE HADN’T. there are centuries of knowing scribbled in his bones, an underlined and emphasized note in his ledger: YOU ARE NOT SAFE HERE. as if he didn’t already know.
his body quivers, fear tightening its cold grip around his heart with every second that passes, every BANG against the door. then ━━ then, he notices. the way those etches in the door reek of familiarity, of something that feels coldly like home. even the strands and dots of blood are familiar, and they shouldn’t be. NAUSEOUS, he looks down to his hands, and OF COURSE.
it was always his blood, wasn’t it?
HORRIFIED eyes snap up as the door opens, and a hulking figure of a man storms in, all but possessed. and that’s a joke, because his father never needed any demons but his own to be a terror. it’s a JOKE, because he’s here, in this madhouse of bad memories and ruthless nightmares, I WOULD LIKE TO WAKE UP NOW! micah backs away, head shaking, as if that’s ever done anything to stop it. ❛ no. no, please, not again. ❜ and what would they think of him NOW, if they could hear him pleading for his life? would his friends still see him as micah, the dependable, if not callous? would they still find reliability in his eyes, if they knew just how weak he could be? how weak this man, his own f a t h e r, made him, day after day after day after DAY? no. they would never see him the same. and how STUPID, to be thinking of that here. ❛ dad, PLEASE. ❜ begging, pleading, fighting for the chance to wake up. wake up, micah, wake up.
a hand wraps around his throat, cutting off his air flow. micah’s eyes widen, bloody fingers scratching desperately at hyun-ki’s wrists, entire BODY quivering in his firm grip. those eyes, so similar to his own, stare back without remorse, but overflowing with malice. his feet dangle from the floor, and micah feels like he’s TEN again, too short to stand up to the bullies at school. it hadn’t been like this back then; his dad wasn’t LIKE THIS back then. he was a good man before. but these are not the eyes of a good man. these are the eyes of a MONSTER, and micah is left to drown. useless fingers twitch, the fight leaving him with every second that passes. he can’t DO ANYTHING, he never could. not when his father went into his rages, not when he was so intent on causing pain. it was always micah. never his mother, which was a blessing, he supposed. sure, MICAH WOULD DIE WITH A COLD HAND AROUND HIS THROAT, but he would always love his mother too much to want to see her harmed.
NAILS dig into his neck, breaking skin and drawing blood, hyun-ki’s grip tightening. it’s OVERKILL, because god knows he couldn’t breathe anyway. there’s a RINGING in micah’s ears, growing louder, louder, louder, until it’s right in his ear, and it’s too much, too much ━━
his eyes snap open. the twins’ cries are a symphony, a beautiful distraction from the fear still gripping his heart as if it’s some holy grail, and not the bitter debris of a war once waged against the very man he just narrowly escaped. naomi is pleading, quiet as she’s ever been, maybe in an attempt not to wake him up. but he IS awake, and he’d THANK the twins for being fussy, if he could.
( he doesn’t. he can’t. )
ava lets out another shriek, piercing the air and effectively getting him out of bed. he put his traumas on a shelf, labeling them for another day, before setting his feet on the ground, and pushing himself out of bed. it’s HARD. he stumbles, fingers grazing the unmarred skin of his throat, sucking in air that he isn’t really lacking. it’s in his HEAD, but that’s a very scary place to be trapped. he only allows himself a second to wallow, to linger in this bad place, before he’s following the sound of matching screams, watching as his tired roommate tries to calm them down. ❛ i’ll take this one. ❜ he doesn’t wait for further directions; he picks ava up from her crib, resting her head against his chest. he bounces her in his arms, humming as he exits the room. she’s still crying, but she’s a little calmer, knowing that she isn’t alone. someone heard her and came to help, and it makes a WORLD OF DIFFERENCE.
he grabs a bottle from the kitchen, making sure it’s warm enough, before pressing it to the infant’s lips. she immediately quiets, one more displeased noise in his direction before she turns her attention to the bottle. he continues to rock her, a tuneless lullaby vibrating his throat. ava’s old enough to grab her own bottle now; she just DOESN’T. she stares up at him as she feeds, and her gaze is sharp, as if she sees everything he’s worked so desperately to hide. he knows that’s ridiculous, but his grip on the bottle tightens, and humming is suddenly a lot harder. he tries. god knows he tires, but there’s something caught in his THROAT, choking him up. he doesn’t cry. no, he never does that. he’s not a baby; if he breaks down, no one will come to his rescue. he’s learned to do this ON HIS OWN, and nothing has changed. he’s alone, and that’s okay. he’s okay, he’s okay, it’s fine, he’s never needed anyone to make it.
he’s fine.
he’s fine.
❛ ...micah? ❜
❛ ━━she’s fine. ❜ he glances at naomi, shaking his head. he knows that concerned look in her eyes isn’t for ava, but he’s willing to pretend it is. ❛ i got her. ❜
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