Out of Reach - Open

[MICAH DEVON LEVINE]

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on the right side of the wrong bed,

He'd promised himself, he'd done this a million times before and never really stuck to the same promise he would always make. He'd stay clean this time he'd say but really it would last for all of five weeks at most. Then he'd go again trying to keep himself above it all. He was in the place right now, walking here in a dive of a bar he knew what he was looking for. His next fix. Though still in denial he kept his eyes open for the sort of people he knew hung around here. He tried, Micah told himself. Drugs had always been a problem for him, and he'd never really bothered to try and reverse that but now he didn't want to go back deeper into this whole he kept digging. Soon even a ladder wouldn't be enough to get him out. He approached the bar, he told himself it was because he thought that the drink would take the edge of it all. That he wouldn't be suffering as much if he were drunk but really it was just to give himself more time to go through with it.

He took the drink that he was sipping and gave a once over of the place just in case he could spot the people he was looking for. He couldn't and this only made him shiver a little. It had been a couple of days now since he'd last had his fix and this was doing his nerves in. He knew that he didn't look good at this moment in time, his clothes where disheveled and he had bags under his eyes. He hadn't had a good night of sleep longer then the time he'd stayed sober for. Micah shook his head before turning to place his drink on the bar, looking down into his glass. Drink made it better but it barely made a small scratch in what he really craved. He needed help at least that's what people said, but really he didn't need help, he would never admit it, a friend would be a good start really, small steps people said. Damn them if they knew what they were talking about.

He sat there for a while waiting for something and the battle within him would determine the what. Falling of the wagon was fun but getting back on sucked. There had been times when he deliberated not getting back on but then someone else would tell him how big a mess up he was and he'd go out to prove them wrong. He shook his head to himself before raking his phone and looking through his contacts, he always looked to his brother when he was on a low. Putting his phone away this time he decided that he'd not do so this time, it was time he started relying less on him. You'd think he was the younger of the two. His phone securely in his pocket he turned around once again taking another sweeping look around the place. His eyes landed on someone, he was sure it wasn't what he had been looking for but it was something at least.

Word Count: 528
Tagged: Open
Notes: Intervention, someone. Help this poor boy ;).

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BOTTLES OF REASON I KEPT IN THE FREEZER, WHY WON'T THEY LEAVE ME ALONE?
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And with these old reasons are bottled up feelings I wont be leaving no, won't be leaving alone

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Lydia ran for what felt like days after she'd left her parents house, angry and tear soaked and confused, lost as to how she was going to get anywhere. Her iPod had died four days ago and she'd taken three buses, hitchhiked, and lost herself completely. She didn't know how long it had been since she'd rested in a place. A few nights in a motel. But she had arrived in this tiny town in Maine. The one that was rumored to have more people like her. People that were different, special, not typical. Ones who could produce fire from absolutely nowhere? She laughed. It sounded implausible. Even to her, and she could feel the pulsing heat in her own body, that sometime got so out of control she let the power spin out of her. It was weird. Lydia didn't believe in herself. Or maybe she used to not to believe in herself. But she was on her own now and there was no one here to caudal her, tell her she was normal and perfectly fine. Maybe she didn't need to lie to herself anymore. Whatever it was, it felt good.

Lydia wanted to go exploring in the town, seeing as it was such a beautiful day. The breeze rippled around her hair, and the light backpack she carried was growing suddenly heavy. She wanted to sit down, and maybe drink something, but she didn't really want to go into the main town. She really didn't want to risk exposure just in case her mother had put out an amber or something with her face plastered all over it. Lydia was never one to attract a lot of attention to herself. But even as she walked past the main square with lots of people milling around, she got a few stares. It was an immeasurably small town, and Lydia was obviously a stranger. She wondered how obvious it was that she also had powers. Did the humans know here? Were there humans here? Then another thought clunked into her head.

Am I a human? Lydia wondered to herself, then pushed it away from her mind. But she honestly couldn't figure an answer out. She had gotten scars and been hurt before, but that didn't necessarily mean she was vulnerable. Lydia searched into her mind to think if she'd ever had a near death experience. She didn't think so. Lydia shook this idea out of her head. She needed to just get away from her thoughts right now. Lydia trekked down an abandoned looking street, so as to get out of the eyes of the public, sticking to back alleys.She felt like such a wanderer right now, traipsing in the tiny city with only a bag on her back and the clothes she'd washed once in what she'd probably guessed had been a month. But she'd showered often, stopping in YMCA's and staying in hotel rooms with the money she'd withdrawn from her bank account. For now she was loaded. But the money would only last so long. She knew that.

Lydia then came upon a small bar from the looks of it, called The Dive Tank. This could be good, it was out of the public eye and Lydia could use a drink. Even if it was just water. But it didn't look like they'd card here, right? Lydia stepped into the building, and the light immediately dimmed. The air reeked of cigarette smoke and day old beer. She winced a little bit, but it was honestly not as bad as the smell of the buses she'd been on for weeks. She walked up to the bar and dropped her bag on the ground after removing her wallet from it.

"Rum and coke?" She asked the bar tender, making sure to wink a little. Her body was a little nervous but it wasn't like she hadn't lied to get drinks before. Lydia averted her eyes from the man and then noticed a man sitting to her right, who was staring at his drink like it was the answer to life, the universe, and everything. Lydia cracked a crooked grin. The man's eyes suddenly met her. She cocked her head to the side. "You know you don't have to stare at your drink like that. It's not going to run away." Lydia bit her lip and smiled. "And it doesn't hurt to drink it either."

WORD COUNT;; 747
NOTES;; Hey ; ) Also sorry this is a little word vomit!
LYRICS;; Whiskey and Wine - Matt Costa

[MICAH DEVON LEVINE]

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on the right side of the wrong bed,

Micah’s eyes met someone else’s. It made him nervous and skittish almost, feeling that someone had taken the time to notice him. Maybe they were bored and had nothing else to do, or maybe there was nothing else to look at in this place, only the mess ups like him, he didn’t know what had made her look his way but he didn’t feel like it had been a good thing. He was tempted to avert his gaze, but that would have been like backing down and it didn’t feel right to him, he was already enough of a screw up as it was he didn’t need to add wimp to it. The smile she gave him, almost made him jump, it had been a long time since he had interacted with anyone in a positive manner. Anyone who had taken the time to actually try and get through to Micah had always gotten the cold shoulder and he wasn’t sure now whether or not he could speak to the person in front of him, she seemed nice enough. Through his eyes maybe too nice for someone like him, someone jaded and maybe a little more than a bit bitter. He was broken from his thoughts as she brought attention to his self loathing, his drink had been a distraction something to help him get rid of the urge to leap up and get his next fix, but now there was something else to take his mind of things, even if for just a little while.

Micah almost laughed at the words she’d uttered, he knew only far too well what fun could be had with an alcoholic drink, he knew probably better than most. ‘’Run away? No it would never do that to me,’’ he was almost eager to continue his sad train of thought; her mood seemed to be light, though something didn’t fit. His on the other hand was sour and not really clear. ‘’But if I drink it then I’ll have to get another, just for something transparent to look at, you know everything else in this place seems to be the opposite of this drink. Dark and full of secrets.’’ He tried not to make his voice sound like he was accusing her but he was sure that beneath that light exterior that she put across that she was hiding something, she looked far to tense for it to not be the case. ‘’And anyway, up until this point there had been nothing else worthwhile to look at.’’ This time he managed to inject a little enthusiasm into his word, giving the women in front of him a little smile, ‘’I’m Micah by the way, the resident screw up.’’ She may have been a total stranger but sometimes he felt like even the closest people to him where the same. With a stranger at least he knew that there were still many secrets that they held close to their chests. He drained his glass and placed it down in front of him, shifting himself so that he would have a clearer view of the person he was talking to, manners didn’t really bother him, but the kink in his neck that he was sure to receive if he hadn’t shifted, did in fact annoy him.


Word Count: 550
Tagged: Lydia
Notes: Here you go, thanks for replying. :)

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