Coming Down- Callum (Jurate)

[MICAH DEVON LEVINE]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #fff; width: 450px, bTable] [style=background-color: #ffffff; text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; height: 50px;] FREAKING OUT HERE, HE IS. ### SIX HUNDRED AND FIFTY ONE [/style] Why? They always ask why, and whenever Micah actually tries to recall the reason for this, what some people may call, self destruction it always seems to him like it's attention seeking. And hell who would blame him, was it so bad, wanting to be noticed once in a while? He didn't know all he knew is that the next hit would make it all better. He'd forget the messed up world he lived in and would remember that damn who needed affection and attention when you had drugs? They wouldn't abandon you, always there when you felt particularly weak and really didn't want to get up for the day. They helped him in the only way he could be helped, not that anyone would have tried any other way. No one had noticed the rut he was in, the complete cycle that he didn't seem to be able to get out of. When sober and clean or just about coming down Micah would sit there and think that he would kick this habit, for himself. He told himself he didn't need anybody and really he wasn't so alone. He had his brothers, didn't he? He didn't know how he'd ended up here, he'd been at home seconds ago. Or had it really been seconds. He was buzzed and really who cared about anything in this state of mind, the night was cold and no one was here. Micah looked around himself, feeling the chill seeping into his bones. It looked deserted or maybe it was because no living soul was here, everything looked like it was from a horror movie at night when no one was there. Really everyone was sane not to be here, except for the junkies who didn't care where they were. He snorted to himself, he was one of those now, stupid enough to venture outside alone only when high. He knew what was out there better then other people. Better then other humans, his brother was a werewolf for god sakes of course he knew what the possibilities were and that there were virtually no limits to what could be out there. His nerves were trashed and he felt jittery, he looked behind himself to make sure there was nothing there. The shadows coasted around him by unknown objects. He looked up, only now noticing how big the moon was, how much light it provided. He stopped moving and just stared up into the sky before shaking his head, shuffling his feet and continuing on his way. That is before he realised that he didn't know where he was. He didn't know what was out there. And on that thought something fell with a big clang. He looked behind once again this time making out a shape, it looked more like a wolf then a dog. He didn't wait for it to come towards him, didn't wait for it to take a bit of him. He ran. As fast as he could, didn't know where he was going but certainly didn't care at that moment. Stumbling over his won feet he fell to the ground, having come to a dead end he shuddered against the wall, looking for the attacking dog and yet finding nothing. He shuddered his shoulders shaking, his breath raspy. He didn't know what had just happened, but had he been clean he would have know that his mind was just playing tricks, that he was just hallucinating. He reached into his pocket, grabbing his phone. He needed out, he needed to get somewhere else. Anywhere else. His hands shook and it took him a couple of tries but he'd finally done it, he hit send. His text reading, ''I need your help, please.'' Micah had hit a new low, but maybe he could be helped. And if he wasn't beyond saving then his brother would certainly be the person who could help him.

[CALLUM ZACHARY LEVINE]

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It was late, yet Callum could not sleep. That was the case most nights, because his mind was just so filled with thoughts. Callum liked to daydream, or well, night dream while awake and everyone else was asleep. He would look out of the window sometimes, blue eyes on the moon, following it each night into its dreaded full state. The state which had the bone cracking effect on him. The small smile that had been upon his lips disappeared at the thought, as he leaned against his windowsill, Grayson being in another room he was able to get away with being awake this late. He reminisced about the last time he had shifted, and Callum genuinely believed that it were the worst case yet. Stupid Grayson had insisted on helping him that full moon, and because Cal could barely resist his twin anything he agreed. As much as Grayson was the carefree twin, who didn't care about much, there was no doubt that everything he did for Callum was out of love.

Obviously, Callum underestimated how long he'd need for the full moon to kick in, and he ended up hurting his brother. The boy knew he'd never forgive himself. That was just the kind of person that Callum was, hating seeing anyone hurting, especially someone so close to him. The werewolf boy ran a hand through his hair, wondering how different life would be if he didn't have this curse. If the fact that he was hearing impaired caused this, or would he still have been bitten than night. Callum knows that Grayson blames himself for taking him to the party in which he was bitten, and he and Micah both had been witness to his first change as he had been so sick. But Callum hated that Grayson got hurt. The thought made his heart hurt. His thoughts moved to Micah, and how he missed his older brother. He had been distant lately, and he missed his stories. The way Grayson told his were crude and not ones that Cal enjoyed a lot, but Micah ... he had a way with words. He admired his older brother, he just wished that Micah knew that.

Callum was about to get into bed when his phone lit up, the quiet vibrations being caught by the cells in his skin rather than his ears. He moved to his bed to retrieve it, unlocking the screen calmly before panic set in at the sight of the message; [ I need your help, please. ] - from Micah. Callum frowned deeply, wondering if he should be panicking or if this was something that could wait until the next day. The boy was not going to be taking any chances. His fingers moved across the buttons of his phone. [ What's wrong? Where are you? ] If he were to be able to help as Micah asked, he'd have to know where he was. Slipping on his shoes, his blue eyes kept glancing back at the screen, waiting for the return text. The moment which it lip up, Callum was out of his window and setting into a sprint. He knew he'd do anything to help Micah. He loved the man a lot, and Callum wasn't stupid or oblivious. He knew that Micah was taking all sorts of things, but he just didn't know why. This made him wonder what kind of trouble the boy could be in, and his heart sped up tenfold.

If anyone were to notice that Callum was not in his room as this time of night would be Grayson. But he also knew that his twin would never tell, as sometimes when Callum couldn't sleep he'd go out and take pictures. People worried for him, that his hearing impairment would cause more accidents, but he didn't want to be entrapped. He needed his freedom. He knew if January knew about what he was doing she would worry. She was just about his only friend apart from his family in this town. Someone who took to him so easily. Callum supposed it was because she could sign made it a lot easier, but Callum liked her a lot. He knew that if he told Grayson, he'd laugh at him, and he hadn't seen Micah to talk to him about it. January was beautiful and golden, and Callum likes to ask himself what he did to deserve such a wonderful person in his life. Slowing down to a walk to catch his breath, the nineteen year old looked around, and back at his phone at the place written on it, and started moving once more. Once close enough, he called out loud, though he knew he wouldn't be able to hear the answer of his brother. "Micah?" He looked around, the darkness frightening, but the moon set a good line of sight for him as he waited for his older brother to show himself.

TAGGED: Sandra/Micah
WORDS: 821
NOTES: FINALLY <33333

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[MICAH DEVON LEVINE]

Apr 12, 2013 20:58:47 GMT MICAH DEVON LEVINE said:

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #fff; width: 450px, bTable] [style=background-color: #ffffff; text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; height: 50px;] COULDN'T BE BOTHERED TO DO MORE, DIDN'T KNOW WHERE I WANTED THIS TO GO. [/style] It seemed like hours to him before he received a reply, torturous hours in which he spent trying to combat the phantom powers haunting him. He damn well knew there were no such things as monster, well that was lie. He damn well knew that there was such a thing as monsters and he had proof, there were people out there just like his brother who weren't human but that wasn't what made them monsters. What did that was the fact that they chose that persona and Micah was terrified of coming across someone like that. Someone who loved the thrill of being the thing people fear. Micah breathed in, his breath short and sharp. The cold air was hurting his throat, making the situation that more worse. When his phone lit up he almost wept out of relief. Picking up his phone, which he hadn't realise he had dropped, he typed in with shaky fingers his location. He was barely sure he had done so before he began to shiver, they wrecked his body. Huddling into the corner like a small child he waited. Time passed and he was oblivious to how long it had actually been, he'd never really been great with time but the fear didn't help. It seemed like he had been swallowed in by a cocoon for days, his skin felt raw from the cold of the night, the high he had been on had been wiped from him, or at least the warmth they had provided had been cleansed from his body. The bad was still present though, the effects of what he was doing where great when they lasted but he certainly paid for all of it two-fold if not more. People always said it was his fault and if he didn't blame himself he wasn't sure if there was anyone else to shelter the blame for him. He knew he couldn't push it on to anyone else but part of him would always push some of it onto his parents, they dealt with every problem they saw coming, but what made Micah mad was that they never saw his problems. He closed his eyes trying to imagine his safe haven but he didn't know where that was any more. Did he actually have anywhere to go that was his own an he knew no one else could invade? He heard his name called out but it almost felt foreign to him, but the voice certainly was familiar. It was his brother, Callum and the relief that surged through his blood couldn't be explained. He mustered all his power and tried to shout but the air just seemed to puff from in between his lips leaving no sound behind him. He tried again, this time succeeding. The one word sounded like a prayer in his ears, his brothers name a life line he hung too. In his mind he made a promise to himself that he wouldn't do this again but knew it was a lie. Micah place his hand against the ground ready to try and attempt to boost himself up only to fall again, the shadows still lingering in the background he wondered whether Callum could chase his nightmares away as well as his owns. ### FIVE HUNDRED AND FORTY FOUR

[CALLUM ZACHARY LEVINE]

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Callum's heart was beating erratically with worry for his older brother. It was the drugs, he knew it. He hated it. Hated that Micah had to do something like that at all, but the young werewolf also knew that it was too late for Micah. That he was addicted, and no matter the side effects he would not stop. Therefore, Callum would do the next best thing. He would take care of his brother as best as he could. Micah's name as loud on his lips when he reached the train yard, his wolf eyes lighting the path for him as he could see so much better than a human in the dark. He stalked out slowly, as the fact that he couldn't hear if Micah said anything as his hearing aid could only pick up so much. Smell. Sense of smell he could use to his advantage, which he did. He closed his eyes for a moment and breathed in, the scent of warmth in the air giving him a general direction of life and Callum started to run.

Twisting through some of the trains, he breathed hard, not used to running so much but soon enough he saw him. He wasn't sure whether it was a good or bad thing, but he supposed both. Good, because he could help his older brother, and bad because ... well, Micah looked like he'd been attacked by an army or ghosts. He looked weak and fragile, and Cal was to him in moments. "Micah!" He called loudly, not being able to tell if he was loud enough. But he was by his side, pulling the older male into a hug instantly, head to chest as he squeezed tight, overwhelming emotion in him at the fact that this was someone he admired, so broken and rough. "Oh Micah, what did you do to yourself?" He murmured near his ear, knowing that he would be able to hear him, but he'd need to sign for Callum to understand him.

A few moments later, Callum was tugging on his arm. "Come on." He said, his voice firm but shaking a little as he pulled the taller male up, his werewolf strength helping him out. He wrapped an arm around Micah's waist, making sure that he arm was around his shoulders and he looked up at him, with a smile on his face. "What did you see, brother?" He asked, in terms of what thing he was so afraid of. Or he looked afraid of anyway. Callum knew that talking usually helped calm the nerves and he wasn't alone any more. Callum was there with him. "I wish you wouldn't be so reckless. I just want you to take care of yourself." Callum frowned in concern, because that was who he was. He cared about people so much that he could forgive them almost anything, which was why he wasn't so mad at his brother other than wanting him to be safe. Which he wasn't being. He walked slowly in the direction he came from, his brother next to him. He knew he should have texted Grayson, but as weird as it was, he would get what time with Micah that he can.

TAGGED: Sandra/Micah
WORDS: 538
NOTES: Short, sorry!

thanks to dub on the track

[MICAH DEVON LEVINE]

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[CALLUM ZACHARY LEVINE]

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[/style][style=font-family: 'arial';background-color: #d3ccc6; width: 400px; font-size: 9px; color: #515453; text-align: justify;]Callum was worried for Micah, and the frown on his face deepened because of the words. Callum just wanted to be there for Micah, but he also understood why the older male would say such a thing. Callum wasn't generally someone who was strong, and keeping his brother afloat must e hitting him hard. Callum just smiles at the man, shaking his head a little bit as he leans in closer, like he used to when he was younger and Micah had been his anchor, and not the other way around. "I know. I don't think it should be hate though. I'm doing what any other brother would do." Callum used his loud voice, not sure that through whatever Micah had taken he'd be able to tell signing, especially cause it was dark there.

Callum shivered at the harsh laugh, eyes intent on the moving hands. This wasn't the Micah he knew, yet he still loved him so unconditionally. Wasn't that strange? "I always worry about you, doofus." Callum huffs and moves to crouch down in front of him, taking the males hands in his own and looks him in the eyes, or rather, looks at his face until Micah decides to open his eyes. "You're my brother, I love you and I care about what happens to you." Callum murmurs, his voice too loud in the night air but it wasn't like he himself could hear it. "I hate seeing you like this." He breathes, at a loss, the feelings inside him tightening his chest as he just willed for Micah to be okay, for him to just be back to how he used to be. Callum missed that person, Micah had been so much happier back then.

Callum tightened his arms around Micah as he spoke of monsters, and shaking his head he sighed. "Don't worry Micah, I'm the only monster here." Callum spoke this regretfully. The male knew about his state as a werewolf, he was sure that he must be scared of Callum, but less so than the shadows which he can see. Which is why the werewolf was bringing his attention to himself, so that he could forget other nightmares to something lesser. Cal sighed at the words. He'd heard them a lot, but he really was not convinced that Micah actually wanted to stop. "I know you do. Maybe start today?" He speaks out loud, but as Micah signs he doesn't have to focus on his lips in the dark. He hoists the human up, his strength making him as light as a feather, easy for Callum to hold onto. To keep him standing. "You did. But it's okay." Callum with conviction, a small smile on his lips. "Let's take you home so you can sleep this off, hm? Just make sure mum doesn't find out ... she's worried too." He murmurs as they walk on, most of Micah's weight on Callum.


TAGGED: Sandra/Micah
WORDS: enough
NOTES: awww, bros!

thanks to dub on the track