It wasn’t supposed to be this difficult. However in saying that, Chan could understand where the other was coming from. Dealing with individuals who had just passed was no easy feat, one in which the young male couldn’t actually disagree with. If he had just died, he would probably feel some type of way as well. Calming down this new recent one, was not something that would come easily.
He had found him wandering around the streets, almost screaming at the top of his lungs on deaf ears. at least before Chan got there. He was almost happy to see someone who had heard him, let alone see him. Distress came next upon telling him of his untimely demise. The other didn’t seem too old, which was a shame. Though one was not to play against actions that took place, these things happened but whether they happened for a reason Chan was unsure. He had never believed that life had a set path to follow, but who really knew?
Managing to calm the other down, he moved him to his home, where most of his operations took place. The next step was to explain what happened next. Try to help the other move on, hopefully to a better place. One in which he wasn’t stuck wandering without a cause. To Chan to cause of his death did not matter all that much, as long as it was not foul play. Then he would need to act upon it. Upon looking at the spirit, it was clear that it was not the case, at least intentionally anyway.
‘’Don’t worry, I’ve promised to help you. You just need to tell me of anything you might have left unfinished.’’ He was met with a hesitant look, one which indicated distrust. He had gotten this far and was not about to back out now. ‘’Did you not get to see someone before you passed?’’ he asked, hoping to get an answer from the other. Still no. He turned around, hoping to leave him for the time being: maybe he would collect his thoughts and speak to him when needed.
‘’How can I be sure you want to help me?’’ the spirit spoke, a cruel tone to his voice. Gongchan looked at him, his mouth slightly ajar. It was dumbfounded, like everything around him wasn’t actually taking place. ‘’I can see you can’t I?Can you not trust me? I will help you.’’ Still not satisfied, he would have to bring out the big guns as they say.
Taking his phone into his hands, he fiddled with a few buttons, dialing Hansol’s number. The ringing was all he could hear until there was an hello on the other side. ‘’Hansol. I’m so sorry to bother you, but I could really use your help. Are you free?’’
Mike had been having one bad thing happen after another this past week. He could hardly hold a conversation without either starting an argument or breaking down into his, what was now normal, fit of tears. It was hard for the male to even comprehend all that occurred, so many petty statements he made and all for close to nothing. However, this was his chance to be free from those memories and relax.
The blond was trudging around his shared cabin, his sweatpants clinging to his hips as his heavy steps almost echoed in the empty space. Mike's hair was ruffled in all directions from his hands running through the dyed locks so many times. The picture that was given to him was burning a hole in his pocket, but anywhere he went, the picture went as well. Out of habit, Mike's hands began running through his hair as he waited for Alexa to arrive.
You know, when one said that college was the best experience of your life, they probably didn't know of the period of life before it that had been better for Casey. Her teenage days had been amazing. Her college days? Not so much. She was inclined to believe that her negativity towards her college days had to do with the fact that was almost constantly sick and she had gained a few pounds and right now, it felt like someone was dancing on stomach... Wearing shoes with steel bottoms.
So yes, college was not going well for her. But she didn't dwell on that thought for too long as she gingerly washed her skin while in the shower, the hot water running over her and washing away everything but the pain in her stomach. Bending down to pick up the soap, she let out a gasp as something in her twisted and she doubled over, arms crossed over herself protectively. That gasp turned into a loud, choking scream when she realized that something red was running into the drain.
And that something had come from her. It was blood. And there was a lot of it. She didn't know why-... No. It couldn't have been. Casey couldn't have been pregnant. It wasn't possible. It shouldn't have been possible. Clutching the skin on her stomach, she somehow wished that the baby would go back in because... she didn't know why... All she knew was that she had lost someone without knowing and that she couldn't stop screaming.
Destiny hated her sleep schedule. She hated it with a burning passion. It was summer and she would wake up at 4 A.M on a good day. Sometimes she fell asleep on the couch while Brandon was reading or eating dinner in the kitchen, but managed to get to the bed somehow.
Rolling out of bed, she shuffled her way to the kitchen. Brandon would not be up for another two or three hours so she would have to sit around and wait until the sun was up in the sky. It only took minutes to make her small cup of tea (with 2 lumps of sugar and a dash of milk). She wiped at her eyes and let out a yawn. The couch looked welcoming as always, and she stretched out on it. The coffee table's legs were uneven and books of every kind were piled high. She managed to find her notebook and pen among the mess. Destiny made a memo that would get pushed to the back of her brain in the middle of the day--clean off the damn coffee table.
Opening up her notebook, she looked at the pages. Destiny went back and read her old work often. She slowly began ripping pages out she wasn't happy with. Occasionally she would find some and think, why didn't I throw this out the moment I wrote it.
After a hour or so, she reached over for her now cold tea blindly. She almost felt like crying when she heard the tea cup hit the ground. Godammit, she was so damn clumsy that she couldn't even drink her damn tea. Some of their mail had been soaked through with the beverage and something caught her eyes. It was a registration notice. It was already that close? Another note, but more prominent in her mind--tell Brandon she's not taking all her classes this semester. After getting a towel to clean up the rest, she decided that Brandon would be up soon, and began to make his coffee. Hopefully he wouldn't sleep in. While letting that brew she re-situated herself on the couch again and took a deep breath. She would not be a bringer of bad news, in fact, how would Brandon see this as bad news at all?
INVOLVED → Tina Cohen-Chang and the whole Glee Club.
TIME FRAME → Monday, February 4th; afternoon.
LOCATION → William McKinley High School’s Choir Room.
NOTES →Tina’s finally telling the truth of a big secret.
Tons of thoughts were running rampant through her head: What if they all get angry that she lied to them? What if Mr. Schue becomes so upset with her that he kicks her out of Glee Club. What if...she ends up alone again? That was Tina's worst fear of all; loneliness. She'd been alone practically all through school. She didn't want to go through it again.
Maybe it was better if she kept the secret to herself after all? That way, she could still keep her friends and still stay in Glee. Everyone wins.
But... deep down, she knew she'd be completely disappointed in herself if she did that. Since the start of the school year everyone has been telling her one thing...
"You have to be more confident in yourself, Tina."
It hasn't been easy by any means. She'd just never been a very confident person, but, with the help of her friends, it'd been getting better. She'd been finding it easier to get up in front of class and present projects, had gone and taken more spots in Glee Club, and the best one of all, she stood up for herself more. Still, even with all of that progress, there was one thing that was still holding her back: her stutter. And it was going to continue holding her back until she got rid of it, and finally showed everyone who the real Tina was.
She knew that she needed to do this. She knew she need to get up and be brave enough to tell the truth despite all her fears of what may happen afterward. After all, she said the same thing to Sebastian last night, didn't she? Maybe it was time for her to start following her own advice for a change.
Tina's combat boots gave a slight squeak as she finally came to a full stop in front of the choir room door. Taking in one final deep breath to gain some strength, she quickly grasped onto the cool metal handle (she knew if she waited any longer she might have chickened out), pulled the door open, and stepped inside. Immediately she saw that all the Glee Club members were strewn around the room, conversing with each other as they waited for Mr. Schue to come and give them their next assignment. Holding tightly onto the handle of her school bag, Tina carefully made her way over to her usual spot next to Artie, and shot him a shaky smile just as Mr. Schue walked in, a stack of paper in his hands.
"Alright, gang, I've got this really great-"
"Mr. S-Schue! I-I have something I-I need t-to say." Tina interrupted, throwing her hand in the air, her heart feeling like to was about to burst from her chest.
"Uh, sure, Tina. You have the floor." Mr. Schue stated with a confused look as he slowly walked off to the side of the room.
This was it.
Slowly, Tina got up from her chair and made her way to the center of the room, trying to ignore all the curious stares from the Glee Club.
"Um, hi. I know this probably seems really weird that I'm doing this, but, there's just something I really need to tell you all. I've been holding it in for a long time, and I know it's time to come clean. I don't have a stutter. I've been faking it since I was in the sixth grade. At first, I did it to get out of a speech on the "Missouri Compromise," but then, I realized that it kept people away from me, and I liked that. For a while anyway. Later on, I saw all my classmates with their group of friends, and I wanted that. I wanted that more than anything, but it was too late. I was already known as the stuttering freak who no one wanted to be around. So, I decided to just stay that way. The stuttering became a crutch and a...safety for me. It kept people away, but at the same time, it kept me away from people." Tina broke off, feeling her throat begin to close up and her eyes well up with tears as she looked at all the confused faces of her friends. All of her instincts were screaming at her to run, but her heart was telling her to stay. Her heart won.
"I honestly thought it was going to be like that even in high school, but then I met you all. You all didn't care what I looked or sounded like. You liked me for me. I still can't even believe it sometimes; that I've been this lucky. Being friends with such amazing people like you guys really gave me the confidence to be who I am. You all made me proud to be me. That's why I'm up here now, showing you all who the real Tina is. Not the one who hides behind a phony stutter and pushes people away, because, I don't want to push people away anymore. I don't want to be alone anymore. And I know you all are probably really angry with me for lying, and I don't blame you. I was just so scared of losing you, and I still am, but...this is what I need to do. This is me. I just...I hope you all can forgive me, if not now, then someday, because hurting any of you is the last thing I ever wanted to do." She finished softly, tears slowly falling down her face as she looked out to each of her friends in Glee. The fear was still running rampant in her chest, with tons of horrible scenarios running through her head of how they were going to react to confession,but at the same time, she felt a sense of pride. She conquered her fear, told the truth, and was on her way to becoming more confident in herself, and that felt more than she could begin to put into words.
Though, right now, she just hoped she wasn't going to be alone in her journey.
Santana nervously paced around the room, when Hunter agreed to come round. She knew she had to do this but it didn't stop it from being scary as hell. Checking her hair in the mirror for the thousandth time she heard a knock on the door. Knowing that Brittany wasn't due home for a few hours, she took a deep breath before opening it. Seeing Hunter made her stomach flip, but not in the way it should when you saw your boyfriend. "Hey, come in." She smiled, it not fully reaching her eyes.
As she shut the door behind them, she closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. Turning back around, she smiled at him. Santana sat on her bed, bringing her knees up to her chest. "So I have something to confess.."
Helena: had one of her usual tiring and busy days like always, with college and her job at the museum, but she was always glad to spend the first time of the morning and the last one at night, with the one she loved the most: Peyton, and fortunately it was Friday, so she was more than happy to enjoy her night. After taking a shower and eating some pancakes, she went quickly to bed in her white tank top and pink underwear making her way next to her girlfriend. "Hug me~ it's really cold" she said giggling under the sheets.
The party last night had been interesting. Izzy mused over this as she bounded down the stairs, making a beeline towards the front door. She had made plans with Saffron to go out for coffee, just a few blocks down the road. They were planning on going to the same cafe where they had stopped for hot cocoa after their trip to the zoo, something that Izzy was thankful for. She had had enough confusion last night that a little familiarity was just what she needed.
Izzy hadn't told Saffron who she had been speaking about last night in her "hypothetical" scenario. After all that had gone on last night, she figured now would be the best time to come clean. If she was going to try and change in the new year, then telling your friend one of your secrets was a good first step, right?
Izzy stuck her hands in her jacket pocket and leaned against the wall, waiting for Saffron to finish up and meet her.
