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Flashback//Myriam&Karim

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myriambeckett:

She stopped the tears as best she could at his request, but some rolled silently down her cheeks even as she kept the sobs in. He stood on his own and Myriam jumped up quickly beside him. When he reached for her she was there under his arm to lean on. His bed felt further away this time than even a few moments ago. She helped him lower slowly to the mattress before she held the ice that had been dangling in her free hand out to him. 

“Tell them what?” She knew his words were meant to comfort her but she could feel the lie in all of them. So she retreated back to her usual stories. “Aaron loves me,” She said whispering not certain if Karim was even conscious enough anymore to have this conversation. Aaron threats were clear in her mind, don’t tell, don’t tell or it will be much worse. Myriam knew he meant it, she’d tested these waters before. “He and I we have been talking about moving in together in a few months.” She didn’t know why she said that now wasn’t the time. Maybe it was a subconscious scream for help. If Karim was going to save her it had to be soon. 

"What he does when they’re not around,” Karim replied. He was blind to it, just like his parents. He looked the other way or he didn’t pay enough attention. Her life was her life. Karim focused on his own problems. Girls, parties, soccer, and using his powers. He lived in his own world with his buddies...until he heard all the fights that Myriam didn’t think he heard or when he discovered the bruises on her arms. He started noticing her wear more jackets and sweaters and scarves.  

“Aaron doesn’t love you,” he said. He closed his eyes and adjusted the ice pack on his ribs. Karim felt himself drifting off but suddenly jumped back to reality when she said she was going to move in. He opened his eyes and tried to sit up. “No, no, you can’t do that. You can’t move in with him.” If she moved out, he definitely couldn’t protect her from far away. “You’ve got a full ride to Columbia. You can’t skip out on that because of some guy. Columbia is your dream school. It’s all you’ve ever talked about since you were twelve. Why would you want to move in with him?”

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myriambeckett:

When he tried to smile Myriam couldn’t contain it any longer a small whimper lefter her lips and few tears escaped. She couldn’t remember the last time she cried and now the tears were rolling down her face. Her face falling towards the ground and shame filling her. If it had been Aaron she’d never forgive herself. Letting some guy treat herself and brother this way. How could she? He said it wasn’t Aaron, yet something in her just knew he was lying. She knew this had been her fault. 

“I-I’m sorry,” She said trying to pull herself back together. Myriam had to get Karim back to bed, had to get ice on his ribs. This wasn’t about her or her feelings. Her brother was hurt. Taking the back of her hand she tried to wipe the tears away but her cheeks were covered and she could taste salt water on her lips. “When he-” Myriam stopped herself. “It’s better not to fight back.” She said looking up at him. Figuring he’d know what she was talking back. “When you fight back sometimes those assholes make things much worse.” 

"Please don’t cry,” Karim told her. He couldn’t stand her crying or getting hurt anymore. It was the reason he did this, or at least tried to. Karim winced as he tried getting to his feet. He needed to get to bed before he passed out. Karim leaned against the wall with one hand and the other hand around his aching ribs. He reached out for Myriam for support as he slowly headed back towards his bedroom.

He hated the words she said. He couldn’t let it go. He would never let it go. He would never let it go until justice was served. But, to keep her from worrying, Karim simply nodded. “Yeah...” All his life, he faced nasty words from people. He was finally sick and tired of it. He wasn’t going to let anyone treat him like this again. “I’ll be okay...It won’t happen again,” he said with a nod. He laid down on his bed and moved to prop himself up. “You have to tell mom and dad about Aaron,” Karim said as he started drifting in and out of consciousness again.

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“Okay, I’m not going anywhere. I’ve got you.” She said softly her heartbreaking as she watched how much pain he was in. For a moment she wondered if this was how he felt seeing Aaron hurt her. Taking another towel she wiped the blood from his bruised hands. When she was finished she stood and walked downstairs. Quickly she gathered the water and filled a bag of ice. When she came back up she looked down at Karim the adderaline starting to wear off there were tears in her eyes. She was meant to protect him he was her little brother. Biting back her tears she entered the room. “Alright Kari,” She held the water out to him. “take it and we’ll get you to bed.” 

He implored her not to tell their parents and Myriam just stared at him. Leaning there against the bathroom wall. “I won’t tell,” She agreed without argument but she had to know. “Can you tell me who did this to you? Please don’t lie, if…” She trailed off for a second trying to find the right words. “If it was Aaron you have to tell me.” Myriam wasn’t angry she just had to know the truth. 

Karim attempted to give Myriam a small smile as a thank you, but he was just so tired. He felt like a stone and didn’t know if he could get up at this point. He was pretty sure he could just sleep on the floor of the bathroom. He hadn’t planned on things going this way. He wish he had the power to go back in time instead of walking through walls. Then he could go back and fix everything before it even started. Neither of them would be in this situation. Myriam would have someone she deserved and be at the school she loved. 

Karim took the glass of water, taking a sip after popping the pills into his mouth. After downing the water, he set the glass onto the bathroom floor. Karim glanced up at Myriam. She wanted to know whether it was...Aaron. He didn’t want her to know that he confronted him, but he was going to have a hard time lying or keeping it from her. “It was some asshole at a club.” It wasn’t a lie technically. Aaron had been out with friends at some club, drinking way too much. Karim saw him there...and he just lost it. “He won’t be a problem again.” It was a silent promise that Karim would go after Aaron again and he wasn’t going to lose this time. 

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She looked down at his ribs and sighed. “Nothing to do but ice them.” Still ignoring his protests. Myriam wasn’t sure what happened but she had an idea. Taking one of the warm towels she began to wipe her brother’s face clean from the blood that covered it. “You’re not making the decisions right now. Did you get hit in the head?” She said softly but her tone was firm. Concerned about how dazed he seemed to be. A few strokes of her hand later and his face was clean for the most part. She held the towel under his nose catching the blood. “Can you hold this there?” She asked not certain if he had the strength right now.

Myriam was doing her best to keep herself under control. But if it had been Aaron who did this, she was his next target. As if on cue her phone rang again but Myriam paid it no mind. Standing she took a bottle of pills out of the cabinet beside them. Taking four in her hand she held them out. “Here I’ll get you water and something to ice those ribs.” 

Every time Karim took a breath, he felt a strong pain in his chest. Definitely broken ribs. He looked up Myriam as she started to clean his face off. “Yeah. I got hit in the head,” he said. He averted his eyes. He couldn’t even look her in the eye after his failure. He grabbed the towel that she handed to him and put it under his nose. He still tasted blood in his mouth. He could feel his heartbeat in his ears. He wasn’t sure at all how he was going to hide this from his parents. He didn’t plan on getting his ass handed to him when he confronted Aaron. He still needed to go to school and soccer practice. Soccer was definitely out of the picture until his ribs healed. 

He held out his free hand to take the pills that Myriam had grabbed from the medicine cabinet. “You can’t tell mom and dad,” he said softly. Karim winced as he moved a little in an attempt to get into a more comfortable position. All he wanted to do was sleep now. He was exhausted and pissed with himself but he couldn’t even concentrate at this point. He stared up at the ceiling as Myriam went out to grab some ice and water for him. 

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shadowboxed:

❝Maybe so…❞ Shiloh frowned, feeling a bit chastised. It seemed that even outside of her father’s house, there were expectations that she couldn’t meet. She wasn’t proactive enough to learn to control her powers, she was too clumsy with her computer, and now she was too dense to check a sign in sheet. She started putting her things in her bag without looking back up to him until he mentioned her pumpkin. ❝I’m going, I’m going… Sorry to make you stay behind… and I’m pretty sure all of the pumpkins are rotten by now. Wait, people don’t use them for any other holidays do they?❞ She paused before shaking her head. ❝Never mind… sorry for keeping you.❞ She walked, head down towards the exit.

"Look, it’s not a huge deal so stop making it one. Stop apologizing...” Karim looked up at the younger girl. “And don’t apologize for apologizing,” he added. He finished straightening everything up and grabbed the keys behind the desk. “You could probably keep a pumpkin for a surprisingly long time. It dries out basically, so you can’t eat it, but you could keep it. Maybe you can be a professional pumpkin carver,” Karim told her. He opened the door for Shiloh before locking it behind them. “I’m not really sure what the season is for pumpkins. Google it.”

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remdweller:

❝Yeah… doesn’t work like that, due.❞ She shot him an annoyed glance. ❝I didn’t choose to be here. I just am. Now, we both have to deal with it.❞ She hated dreams like these, they were the sort that never seemed to end until you were at the peak of intensity. On top of that, she was unfamiliar with the setting and couldn’t seem to change it much. ❝Put us somewhere else. Focus on something else. This is your dream.❞ She motioned towards the increasingly scary mob. ❝Ah, a vigilante? Could have used you back home and no I cannot just dream up a door. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were trying to get rid of me.❞

"What? So when I wake up you get out of my head? Is that how it works? Do you have a fucking dream rule book or something that you have to look at?” Karim snapped. A guard walked over and pulled out his baton. He spoke, but Karim couldn’t hear anything. The guard was quiet, but his mouth moved. “Focus on something else? Like what? You don’t exactly have control over your dreams. That’s not how it works. Shouldn’t you of all people know that?” A line a guards suddenly appeared, blocking their way out as the mob got even closer. I guess it’s worth a shot... Karim shut his eyes tight and tried to think of something else. When he opened his eyes again, he found himself in the middle of a city. Sirens screamed and a fire raged in the building nearby. “Look, I’m not a vigilante for hire or whatever, so shut it.”

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myriambeckett:

It took him a moment for him to answer and Myriam held her breath as he did. Something was very wrong. It sounded as if he was running out of air as he spoke and Myriam hesitated for a moment. The phone in her back pocket rang but she ignored it for knowing that it was probably Aaron on the other end. She’d deal with that later, Karim came first. The natural desire as an older sibling took hold of her and she turned the handle. 

When she opened the door his face was covered in blood and he lay in a heap against the bed. Myriam took the scene in for a second before quietly closing the space between them. Without a word she kneeled beside him lifting his arm over his shoulder she took his weight on her and stood acting only on instinct. The bathroom was only a few feet away but Karim was heavy, as she pulled him there helping him back onto the ground leaning him against the tile wall. His blood covering her hands she turned the hot water on in the tub and began throwing towels into the steaming liquid. He was close enough to see her bruises now but Myriam had other things on her mind now. 

"Myriam...I told you to go downstairs,” he said quietly as she came in. Karim closed his eyes and let out a breath. He definitely had broken ribs and they were on fire from the pain. He opened his eyes, watching as Myriam approached him. “I’m fine. Just leave me alone.” It didn’t matter what he said though. Before he could put up anymore protests, she was putting an arm around him. Karim grimaced as her arm bumped his ribs. He moved his legs slowly, one in front of the other as they made their way to the bathroom. 

Karim sighed as Myriam started running the water in the tub. He lifted up his shirt and gritted his teeth as he examined the black and blue across his torso. He let his hands drop to his sides as he leaned his head back against the cold tile. He studied the bruises on Myriam’s arms. He had to look away. It was the whole reason he paid a visit to Aaron and he failed. “I told you to go downstairs,” he said again. His head felt heavy and his mind went fuzzy and he got worried that he had a concussion...he most definitely had a concussion. 

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myriambeckett:

She could hear something through his door a kind of struggle. Myriam stood outside not speaking. She had been hiding from her brother for so long. Not wanting him to know what Aaron had done. Myriam’s hair fell onto her face and keeping her distance. Yet something in her knew she had to go to him. There was a bad feeling that she could shake. Dread in the pit of her stomach. 

“Karim,” Her voice was soft, waiting for him to respond to her calls. The bruises on her body ranged for a deep purple from early that day to sickly yellows from weeks previous. There was a groan in response and Myriam curled her fingers around his door. 

@karim-beckett

Karim had rushed into the house, half stumbling up the stairs to his room. He ran as best as he could past Myriam who was sitting in the living room. Luckily, their parents weren’t home. Karim slammed the door shut to his room and collapsed on the floor. He winced as he landed hard and did his best to push himself up against the bed to lean back on it. Karim’s hands were bruised, bloodied, and shaking. He wiped the blood from his nose and let out a gasp in pain as he moved. His ribs ached. His face felt red hot. 

Karim looked up at the door when he heard his sister. God, this was so stupid, he thought. He shouldn’t have done this. It was dumb to think he could take on the guy who was twice his size. “I’m fine, Myriam. Just go back downstairs,” he said, running out of breath quickly. “I’m fine....”

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shadowboxed:

❝Makes sense.❞ Shiloh nodded once. ❝I don’t know why I thought more people would be here. I guess I still forget what normal is… even in here.❞ She started gathering her things. At least she wouldn’t have to take a shower. ❝Yeah, I saw it. I guess I was just hoping someone else would show up.❞ Shiloh moved slowly, dreading her return to her lonely dorm room. Nodding toward the equipment, she addressed him again. ❝Do you need any help with that?❞

"Yeah, maybe you should think ahead a little more often,” Karim replied. He finally recognized the girl as the one who made a rather intricate design in her pumpkin during the lame Halloween party the school hosted. “Like I said, sign the sheet and you’ll have more luck,” he added. He closed the trunk after putting some equipment back. “No, not really. I’m just about done. All I have to do is kick out the girl standing in the middle of the room. Maybe you should go carve a pumpkin instead.”

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alyshaxking:

“Most student organizations. Some are for just undergraduates, but that’s the minority of organizations.” A lot of graduate students also just did not have the time for student organizations, but Alysha tried to make the time. After all, there were some great opportunities provided. “Unpredictable schedules and trying to figure out how to take care of themselves for the first time in a lot of cases.” Both of those combined made for a poor pet owner. Like her neighbor and their barking dog. “So like a medium large dog? And not really. I have a fish tank and some plants, but nothing other than that. It’d be nice to have a cat or two, but I don’t really have the time.” 

"They have an organization fair or whatever in the spring, right?” Karim asked. He had heard about one being held in the fall for freshmen or other students looking for something new. He figured he should get involved in more stuff while he was at this school. He needed some different ways to spend his time so he didn’t fall into old habits. “Medium large sounds about right. Perfect size,” he said with a small smile. “My roommate has plants everywhere. He talks to them sometimes.” He wished he had a quieter roommate, but he was happy he wasn’t stuck with one with sonic scream as their ability. He was also happy that he didn’t have a roommate with persuasion or siren song as their gift. He could just ignore his roommate as much as he wanted to.

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remdweller:

Dami could feel her heart starting to race in her chest. She could control the environment of her own dreams, but that which surrounded her was most definitely not under her control. ❝Oh, you know, I just bought a ticket and hopped on a train… I’m a dream walker. It just happens.❞ She immediately responded to the hand on her arm and began to run with him. Cardio, it seemed, was one of her strong suits and in dreams at least she didn’t have to worry about falling over. ❝I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t a dream, but if it’s more than that… I guess that I can understand.❞ She looked over her shoulder at the angry inmates. ❝I’ve been in hopeless-looking situations before… and besides I don’t know the way out quite yet. Why are they after you?❞

"Well maybe you can grab a ticket and walk on out of here,” Karim snapped. He frowned as they continued to walk through the prison. It was all different now that she was here. He could walk freely, but the inmates still kept their wary eyes on him and followed the both of them everywhere. They had menacing looks and all looked like they were hiding something. “You better find a way out and fast,” he told her. The inmates were picking up their pace and studying them to find the best way to attack. “They’re after me because I put a lot of them in here.” He remembered the words his friend, Holden, told him when he first got there. Some praised Karim for beating down an abuser, but many were pissed at him for putting them in jail. They never forgot the guy who could walk through walls like a ghost. “Go before they attack. It’s not going to be pretty sight. Can’t you just dream up a door and walk out of it and leave?”

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myriambeckett:

“It’s a good excuse.” Myriam agreed with a smile as they finished preparing the tea. They weren’t much into physical affection growing up. Now that she was older Myriam found her self-craving connection with her family. They had been banned from touch his whole time in prison, sometimes Myriam couldn’t fight the urge to hug him. Not to mention how much closer she felt to Karim now, after all, they been through together. Myriam pulled away and smiled up at him when he said he loved her back. It was nice to have him out. Reaching out she sighed happily the warm cup of tea in her hand. Stepping out of the kitchen she stretched out on the couch still happily holding the steaming drink. 

It felt weird how different things were now. Myriam and Karim were both older and more mature. When they joked around, it seemed like nothing had changed at all, but then Karim would sit back and remember everything that had happened. He wondered if anyone else had a story like theirs. The two of them weren’t your ordinary siblings and it wasn’t just because they had powers. Karim smiled as he sipped his tea. Once he finished his cup, he glanced at his phone to check the time. “It’s late. I should be getting back to my dorm or my roommate will probably report me or whatever. I’ll see you later, okay?”

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remdweller:

Dami studied her surroundings. She didn’t recognize any of the other people around her until she turned back to face forward. She’d seen him around campus, but didn’t know his name or why he’d be dreaming about prison. Even without the minor recognition, she could tell the dream belonged to him. He could be seen in the center of the image and seemed to be more present than others. Dami glanced at the other inmates who seemed to hold reservations for him. Turning back, she swallowed. ❝I’m Dami. I don’t want anything. I must have fallen asleep studying… What’s your name again? And… why are you dreaming of prison?❞

Karim clenched his jaw as he looked to inmates slowly encroaching on them. The guards stood still with their arms by their sides or on their weapons. How did this girl get here? He didn’t know her at all. “Dami?” Karim glanced back at prisoners and then back to Dami. “How the hell did you get here?” Was this her power? As the inmate started walking towards them faster, he took hold of Dami’s arm. “Run.” He started pushing guys and maneuvering through the crowd towards the front of the yard. “It’s not a dream,” Karim said. It’s a memory...he thought. He glanced back as he pushed the gate open to get back into the prison. “I’m going to let you know that this doesn’t end well, so you should get out of here.”

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myriambeckett:

“You can have that one if you like,” Myriam offered with a shrug always happy to give a gift. “I’ll find another.” Myriam took two mugs and poured the steaming water into each cup as her brother fetched the rest of the things they’d need for tea. “Well, that doesn’t sound so bad. I’m sure we can figure it out.” She smiled trying not to let herself feel guilty that her little brother was taking care of her. “Suprised, not too big though. I’ve only got so much room in this apartment.” Wrapping her arms around his neck she pressed a quick kiss on his cheek before returning to the task. “Thank you, I love you.” 

"Oh, no, I can’t do that. It’s too big for my walls, plus it looks better here anyway,” Karim told her. “I can find something else. It gives me an excuse to go into town, so it all works out. Maybe you can come when I go and show me where you found this painting.” Karim grabbed a couple of spoons and passed one over to his sister. He poured a little honey and milk into his cup of tea and stirred it around. “And this oughta be fun,” he said. He always did like dogs and he liked having a reason to go looking for one now for his sister. When Myriam leaned over to hug him, he smiled. “Yuck! What are you? My mom?” he joked, laughing lightly. “It’s no problem. Love you too.”

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alyshaxking:

Alysha nodded at that. “Yep, but now I’m just a member of the art society. Don’t have to deal with the responsibility of being an officer.” If she wanted to help make decorations, she had the option to volunteer, rather than the obligation. It was nice and made the volunteer work more enjoyable. “That’s smart. So many students seem to think they can handle classes, being a pseudo-adult, and a dog and they are so wrong. Most college students are the worst dog owners. What kind of dog would you want to get?”

“I didn’t know grad students could still be a part of student organizations,” Karim said. His advisor told him he should be part of student organizations, but he hadn’t been able to find anything he liked in particular. “My schedule is a little too unpredictable to have a dog right now,” Karim said. “I think most college students have unpredictable schedules so it makes sense why college students are the worst pet owners...other than fish maybe.” He shrugged his shoulders when asked what kind of dog he wanted. He hadn’t really thought of it, but he knew he liked larger dogs. “Probably something large. I’m not into the smaller dogs. But I wouldn’t want one too large like a Great Dane or anything. Do you have any pets?”