Post by Jeremiah Arkham - Black Mask on Jan 19, 2015 3:50:09 GMT -5
Behind Jeremiah the raucous thrum of the bar and its music faded. He stepped out onto the sidewalk, setting his cane aside as he leaned against the brick wall. The night was cool on his face and his breath colored the air with every exhalation. He shut his eyes and took a deep breath. His fingers fidgeted at his side moving in some rhythm as he inhaled and then slowly let it out. The street was quiet, but noise of rushing cars on the highway reached his ears; he could hear the bustle of a train not far from his place either. The night seemed to soothe him for a just a moment, but soon enough he startled.
His heart was in his throat as he scrambled to pull his phone from his pocket.
“Hello?”
“Where are you,” Melina’s voice was thick as she spoke into the phone.
“I can’t sleep.” Jeremiah could picture her as he swallowed audibly after his own tired reply. She was probably sitting at the kitchen table, robe around her, still so lithe even after having given birth. She’d awoken to him having disappeared into the night again for the countless time. He knew what must have brought back to her, him gone and not knowing where he was. She’d been in that hell for over a month during his disappearance where he’d changed—everything had changed.
She sighed and he let his head fall back. “Don’t,” he begged her, but he knew she would and could hear it the moment she scoffed. “Don’t? I hardly see you anymore. You come home, you’re distant, and even if I do see the light in your eyes again it disappears and then you leave in the middle of the night. Are you going to someday decide not to come back? Am I going to have make excuses for you to Isaiah? I won’t do it! I won’t—”
“Stop!” He yelled and pressed the heel of his hand to his eyes. “Just…stop, Melina. I can’t…I’m trying…God, Melina…I am, but I don’t remember anything and then I sleep and I…I wake up terrified and shaking and…I just need to get out. I need air. Everything crowds around on me and I just…I have get out.”
He knew Melina was just as exhausted. Her anger was quick and gone and he didn’t deserve her. He wasn’t the man who had left her. He did have nightmares that had him waking in cold sweats and the need to escape, but he was also something darker and little by little the terrors were fading. They were replaced by something else, but tonight he wasn’t lying.
“You have to trust me, Jeremiah…You don’t have to run away every time you wake up in a night sweat. All you have to do is wake me. I’m here for you Jeremiah.”
Jeremiah didn’t trust anyone, not anymore. He could trust himself; he could love Isaiah, but trust anyone else? What a notion that was. He’d not even told her what had happened. Not completely. He’d told her about Ivy, but not Jonathan, and not his suicide attempt.
“Jere…”
“You don’t know what I went through.”
“And how can I? You don’t tell me anything. You hardly talk when you come home! And when you do it’s…it’s not you. It’s not the Jeremiah I married!”
His response was bitter. His laugh was cold and broken. He felt in that moment like he was tearing at the seams.
“The Jeremiah you married is…gone,” he whispered to her and closed his phone. The Jeremiah she married had been buried alive and even though someone had pulled him out of the grave, that mad had stayed there.
He leaned his head back and he laughed again. It started soft and then it grew louder and louder. It was him shattering. He knew it. How much more could he do this? Was he trying to push her away.
Yes, a voice whispered. Yes, you are.
His laughter broke and he inhaled trying not to cry. He didn’t hear anyone approach him until it was just too late.
His heart was in his throat as he scrambled to pull his phone from his pocket.
“Hello?”
“Where are you,” Melina’s voice was thick as she spoke into the phone.
“I can’t sleep.” Jeremiah could picture her as he swallowed audibly after his own tired reply. She was probably sitting at the kitchen table, robe around her, still so lithe even after having given birth. She’d awoken to him having disappeared into the night again for the countless time. He knew what must have brought back to her, him gone and not knowing where he was. She’d been in that hell for over a month during his disappearance where he’d changed—everything had changed.
She sighed and he let his head fall back. “Don’t,” he begged her, but he knew she would and could hear it the moment she scoffed. “Don’t? I hardly see you anymore. You come home, you’re distant, and even if I do see the light in your eyes again it disappears and then you leave in the middle of the night. Are you going to someday decide not to come back? Am I going to have make excuses for you to Isaiah? I won’t do it! I won’t—”
“Stop!” He yelled and pressed the heel of his hand to his eyes. “Just…stop, Melina. I can’t…I’m trying…God, Melina…I am, but I don’t remember anything and then I sleep and I…I wake up terrified and shaking and…I just need to get out. I need air. Everything crowds around on me and I just…I have get out.”
He knew Melina was just as exhausted. Her anger was quick and gone and he didn’t deserve her. He wasn’t the man who had left her. He did have nightmares that had him waking in cold sweats and the need to escape, but he was also something darker and little by little the terrors were fading. They were replaced by something else, but tonight he wasn’t lying.
“You have to trust me, Jeremiah…You don’t have to run away every time you wake up in a night sweat. All you have to do is wake me. I’m here for you Jeremiah.”
Jeremiah didn’t trust anyone, not anymore. He could trust himself; he could love Isaiah, but trust anyone else? What a notion that was. He’d not even told her what had happened. Not completely. He’d told her about Ivy, but not Jonathan, and not his suicide attempt.
“Jere…”
“You don’t know what I went through.”
“And how can I? You don’t tell me anything. You hardly talk when you come home! And when you do it’s…it’s not you. It’s not the Jeremiah I married!”
His response was bitter. His laugh was cold and broken. He felt in that moment like he was tearing at the seams.
“The Jeremiah you married is…gone,” he whispered to her and closed his phone. The Jeremiah she married had been buried alive and even though someone had pulled him out of the grave, that mad had stayed there.
He leaned his head back and he laughed again. It started soft and then it grew louder and louder. It was him shattering. He knew it. How much more could he do this? Was he trying to push her away.
Yes, a voice whispered. Yes, you are.
His laughter broke and he inhaled trying not to cry. He didn’t hear anyone approach him until it was just too late.