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Post by Redeim on Sept 28, 2015 10:43:57 GMT -8
I like writing stories so I'm just going to put them all in one place. Yep.
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Post by Redeim on Sept 28, 2015 10:49:07 GMT -8
Z closed his eyes, hoping for once if he couldn’t see someone, they couldn’t see him. He had been under the impression a public school would’ve been better. This was proving that notion very, very wrong. “Come out of the stall, fag.” A boy called. “Maybe if you didn’t want to be outed to the world, you shouldn’t have been on the news, fairy.” Another boy jeered. The boys were chased off by a noise, then a light knock on the stall snapped Z out of his fright. “Hey…” A soft voice called out, though it was deep. “It’s okay, I’m a friend.” The voice promised. Z looked under the stall door. The boy’s shoes were name brand, but they were old, like it had been a special gift rather than him being a spoiled rich kid. Z noticed his hand was shaking as he unlocked the stall, glancing around to confirm the other boys had gone before getting a good look at the other boy. He was tall, but Z had a feeling he was older than the smiling boy in front of him. He had shaggy, curled blonde hair with a natural black peeking out at the roots. He pointed at Z, eyes wide, “You’re that boy who--” He stopped as Z panicked and motioned to hide in the stall again. “No! I’m a friend, really. Sorry.” He assured him. He held out a hand, “I’m Samnang.” He finally introduced himself. “Jiuk.” Z said quietly, giving the boy’s hand a quick shake before crossing his arms again. “People call me Z.” Samnang glanced at his phone before looking back at Z and smiling. “It’s almost lunch time. Do you have anything to do for it?” He asked. Z shook his head. “I’ll meet you! I know somewhere you might like.” He assured Z, patting his shoulder. “You can just meet me back here, okay?” Z nodded, slinking back to class and hoping he wouldn’t encounter those bullies again. At lunch time, he found Samnang again easily, and was led to a classroom where it seemed like a club was being held. “Welcome to Cedar Beach High’s GSA.” Samnang told him cheerfully. “GSA?” Z asked shyly. There were only about ten people, but it still made him nervous. He’d found he couldn’t really bring himself to be very fond of people in general, anymore. “Gay-Straight Alliance?” Samnang questioned back, sitting down at a desk. Z blinked curiously a couple times before slowly sitting down at the desk next to Samnang. “Everything said here is confidential, so don’t worry about criticism.” An adult, Z could only assume she was a teacher, assured him. He nodded, still a bit confused. He listened carefully during the meeting, slowly getting more comfortable. At the end, he followed Samnang for a bit. “Are you an ally then or…?” Samnang made a face. “What? No. I’m um… transgender.” He confessed, looking a bit shy and even blushing a bit. “What?!” Z squeaked, stopping in his tracks. Samnang turned to look back at him curiously. “You mean to say you’re biologically a girl?” He asked quietly. Samnang nodded. “More or less.” Z’s eyes were wide. “Why are you taller than me? And you have a deeper voice?” He whined. “Are you at least older than me?” His voice was cute, and he made a discontented face. “Are you a freshman?” Samnang asked nonchalantly, an amused smile on his face. Z looked up to the sky. “Is this what you do for fun?” He looked defeated, causing Samnang to burst into laughter.
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Post by Redeim on Sept 28, 2015 10:56:03 GMT -8
Once You’ve Loved Somebody ((Notes: Takes place in 2015. Edited so he's talking about Hwangjung instead of someone else on the old site. ouo Tags: Jiuk Robertson)) Z buried his face in his pillow once Alexia opened the door, trying to wipe his tears on his pillow and pretend to be asleep. “Z? Sweetie?” Alexia called to him, and he felt her sit on the edge of his bed. He turned to look at her slowly, attempting to feign he had been sleeping. Alexia didn’t fall for it, immediately noticing he’d been crying, a look of concern washed over her face, “are you alright? You haven’t been having nightmares again, have you?” Z sighed and shook his head, scootching so he was sitting up and looking at her, bringing his knees to his chest and resting his head on them. “No…” He began, but didn’t seem keen to elaborate. Alexia patted his leg. “Speak.” “I-I can’t.” Z began, biting his lip as his stutter became apparent, he winced mentally, knowing that was the thing that would tip her off something was wrong. “You know you can tell me anything.” Alexia reminded him. Z pulled his legs closer to him, he felt a knot in his throat. “I-I-I-I-...” He groaned in frustration. This was why he was so willing to subject himself to probably literally thousands of hours in speech therapy. He found his stutter a nuisance probably more than the people that dealt with him when it was at it’s worse. Alexia cupped his cheek in her hand, giving him a look as she brushed away a stray tear that made its way past his eyelashes. “You can tell me, it’s okay.” She assured him gently. “I-I-I…” He bit his lip hard, moving his face away from her and curling up again. “I think I’m falling in love… again…” He finally got out, barely audible. “That’s great, sweetie.” Z looked up to her, tears lining his eyes. “R-really? Y-you really think so?” Alexia nodded, patting his hair down, “why did you think I wouldn’t be happy for you.” “B-because… you… you took me in because of your son… Xavier is the reason I…” A sob stopped him from talking more, and Alexia pulled him in close. “Xavier is the reason we know you. I know you loved him, but that doesn’t mean I expected you to love him forever. I want to see you happy as much as the next person.” She explained to him, still playing with his hair. “I can still remember… that day.” Z choked out through tears. “H-He s-said.. that he loved me. H-he..” “It’s okay now.” Alexia told him, pulling him close. “That day is over. You’ve been grieving for five years. It’s not easy to move on from that. But it’s time. And it’s okay.” She pulled him away, wiping his tears again and giving him a smile, “We’ll be happy for you regardless. We said you could stay here as long as you needed to, we didn’t have any conditions with that.” Z sniffed, giving her a weak smile and a nod, biting his lip.” T… Thank you.” He told her. She patted his leg lightly, “Now come on, dinner’s ready.” Z nodded, washing his face before heading to the dining room to help set up the table. “So who is he?” Alexia asked so suddenly, Z nearly tripped over a chair. The young man cleared his throat, “W-what?” He squeaked. “What’s this guy like?” “He’s… uh.. really kind… tall, handsome...” Z didn’t have to look at her to know she was smiling a bit too wide, and he didn’t have to look in a mirror to know his cheeks were burning bright red. “He um.. likes my… poems, too.” “He sounds perfect.” Alexia stated, and Z heard movements suggesting she’d gone back to setting up dinner. Z could only stand there, clenching the silverware tightly as he swore he could see the blush on even his hands. “h-he is…” He whispered to himself with a small smile.
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Post by Redeim on Sept 28, 2015 10:59:04 GMT -8
“Z, look only at me.” Xavier told his boyfriend urgently. Jiuk’s eyes remained shut tight, a whimper escaping through his clenched teeth. “Jiuk!” Xavier called again, and Z opened an eye blurred with tears. “It hurts…” He whined to Xavier. Xavier looked away, but the guy holding him down hit his head and commanded him to keep watching in a gruff voice. Z cried out in pain as the man dominating him quickened his speed, and he glanced up to him. The man had kept a mask on, but Z could recognize him. They’d all been going to school together since first grade. These guys had always been bullies, especially to gays. Z’s eyes widened as he noticed one of the other boys pull out a bat and raise it over Xavier soon after the man over him stopped and just held Z in place. “Xavier! No!” He cried, only to be met with a sharp pain of his own as his head was struck against the concrete. His vision became even more blurred, only able to reach for his boyfriend and cry out helplessly as Xavier was struck by a bat.Z eyes were already filling with tears as he stepped up to the microphone. He was beginning to regret deciding to do this newly written poem, but he figured there was only so many times he could recite “God Is Gay” before he probably got sued or something. “It started off so innocently.” He began, letting a smile form as a tear fell down his cheek. “It always does, doesn’t it? But this was different. Everyone knows ‘The Boy Who Survived the Hate Crime,’ even if you don’t know his face when it’s not bandaged and bloody. If you’ve lived here, you know him. You may have even tried to hold a support rally. Or tried to deny it had happened. Not here.” He shook his head. “No, it had to be in a bigger city. Maybe San Francisco or Los Angeles. But not here. Everyone remembers me, that boy, but not him. And I’m not talking about the four killers that got away with community service and then were granted with basically a free ride to college. No, that was the beginning of a lesson. The lesson saying life isn’t fair. Another boy, my boyfriend, died that night.” The tears were now flowing freely, but he didn’t stop them. “He hadn’t experienced life before it was stolen from him. And now he’s forgotten. This poem is dedicated to Xavier Confortola, the forgotten victim of the Gay Hate Crime of Cedar Beach, 2008. There was no play written for you. Not much news coverage for your story. Your love warmed my heart and these school bullies ripped that warmth away to become murderers, but never in the eyes of the law - oh no - they were good Christian boys. Well let me tell you something, Judge. Xavier was also a straight-A student. He was on the soccer team. He was raised Christian in the proper. Christian. Way. To be raised, to love everybody and that only God can judge us. The only thing you liked about those boys and favored over the one they murdered was that they were straight. And suddenly I can’t help but wonder how many other families suffered at the gavels of judges like you. How many more will?” He stepped away from the microphone, wiping away his tears. Applause echoed through the coffee shop, and Z gave a small bow of thanks before going to his friends. Most of them had never heard any bit of the story of that night, although when he transferred schools, some still recognized him as the one on the news. His closest friend, Samnang, pulled him into a tight hug and rested his head on Z’s. Z could’ve sworn he felt his head getting wet, and he glanced up, only to laugh through a sob. “Why are you crying? I thought only girls cried?” He teased, Sam having said that when he was still uncomfortable about being mistaken for his biological gender. Sam frowned, evoking another choked laugh from Z. “I don’t know.” He said, wiping away his tears, “I saw and felt your emotion from the poem and I couldn’t stop.” “Really? But the poem wasn’t even that good. It wasn’t ready and it was really all over the place and-” Z was stopped by Sam’s finger on his lips. “It was perfect, really.”
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Post by Redeim on Sept 28, 2015 11:04:07 GMT -8
“I’m not going to Christmas dinner.” It came so suddenly, Samnang had to noticeably remain calm as his parents and siblings all looked at him. “Why not?” His mother asked calmly. “Grandma sent me a text saying I wouldn’t be welcomed in the house unless I wore a dress.” He said simply, eyebrows furrowed. “So I’ll let her win this year and I’ve already made plans with Z, anyway.” He explained quietly, as if defeated. “Samnang, there is no ‘letting her win.’ I’ll talk to her and we can try-” His mother began, putting a hand on his shoulder, but Samnang pulled away, crossing his arms over his chest. “No, I don’t want to deal with this. Christmas shouldn’t be filled with dread. I’ve grown to hate this holiday because of grandmother! I’m going to make good memories of this and if it means I can’t join in the family dinner, then so be it.” He finalized. Mr. Yun cleared his throat, his mouth a thin, straight line. “I wish it didn’t have to be this way, but if you’re going to be insistent on this, I suppose we have no choice but to let you miss this year.” He gave a small, forced smile to his youngest child. “Thank you.” Sam said, relieved. “Have fun with Z, I can’t imagine this time of year is easy for him, either.” His mother said after a mildly annoyed sigh, realizing she couldn’t win against her son. “So does this mean I get all your presents?” Nicky teased from the dinner table. “Hell no.” Samnang replied, not missing a beat as he grabbed his coat and headed out. “What did your parents do for Christmas?” Samnang asked, wincing a bit. Z was still getting ready, sliding an oversized sweater with hearts decorating it over a plain tank top, and the sweater almost instantly fell off on his shoulders. “Nothing really, we’d just go to Church. Sometimes we’d volunteer at a soup kitchen.” “That sounds so boring.” Samnang said, leaning down until his side met the bed, and he looked to his phone as Z shuffled into the bathroom to fix his hair. “It was, honestly. It’s not my parents holiday traditions I miss so much.” He admitted, and he didn’t have to elaborate for Sam to know it only took a couple Christmases for him and Xavier to establish things they wanted to do every year. “Well, this year I’m here for you, and we can make it a tradition if it works out well.” Sam promised, pretty confident his family wouldn’t be too upset over it, and it would save him torment as well. Z looked into the mirror, poking his own cheeks for a couple seconds before spinning to face Sam. “Let’s find snow.” He said, eyes wide with child-like excitement. “Like in the mountains?” Sam asked, raising an eyebrow. “Yeah, we’re only a few hours away from them anyway so why not?” Z suggested, going over and prodding Sam with a finger that barely peeked out of the sleeve. “And you’re sure Mr. and Mrs. Confortola didn’t want to do anything?” Z shook his head. “I had some extra money this year, so I bought them a holiday cruise in San Francisco and told them to open it up yesterday. They’ve been gone since before I woke up.” He explained. He tugged at Sam’s arm. “Come onnnn pleaaaassseee?” He begged. “I don’t really have any clothes….” Sam began, but couldn’t even finish before he was being shoved jackets, mittens, hats, and scarves. He almost had to laugh, Z always wore shirts and overcoats too big for him so there was a very good chance all of these would actually fit him perfectly. “Fine, you win, Jiuk.” “Yes!” Z chimed, going back to the bathroom to brush his teeth and finish washing up. He grabbed a larger jacket, though neither of them officially had any winter clothes, and slid it on easily over the sweater. Sam found Z’s hats and pulled out a cute beanie with a puff ball on top, putting it on Z’s head. “Aigoo, kiyeopda (Oh my, so cute).” He teased, using the bit of Korean he knew and pinching Z’s cheek as they puffed out. Z flailed his sleeves to get Sam away from him, the taller boy laughing. They stopped by Starbucks to grab lunch and some coffee, and then continued their trek. It took another hour and a half of them singing Disney and Christmas songs before they actually saw the first signs of snow warnings in the mountains. Finally, they arrived by a small market, snow littering the ground, and plenty of it behind the store. Sam was still pulling on a glove almost too small for his hands when he was hit with the first snow ball, and he looked up and could only smiled as Z hid behind the store. They played in the snow until it was starting to get dark; neither of them drove in snow to be comfortable risking running over black ice, and once they got back home, Samnang used an espresso machine Z convinced Mrs. Confortola to get to make them both hot cocoa, and they sat at the table by the light of the Christmas tree. “You know my mom once told me that in Korea, you spend Christmas with friends. Maybe we can make that our tradition…?” Z suggested, hands wrapped around the mug. Sam nodded, “It’d be better than listening to my ignorant grandmother, for sure…” He agreed with a roll of his eyes.
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Post by Redeim on Sept 28, 2015 11:10:38 GMT -8
“You what?” Sophie gasped, a hand covering her mouth. Kali shrugged. “I kissed a girl, what’s the big deal? That’s part of the fun of spin the bottle.” She protested. She brought her cup of tea up to her lips before blowing on it lightly. Samnang stayed quiet, his head low as he thumbed along the rim of his cup. “What was it like?” Nicky asked curiously. “You mean you don’t know?” Kali smirked, clicking her tongue, causing Nicky to blush. “It wasn’t bad, but I think I’ll leave the lesbian kissing up to Sammy.” Samnang’s grip on his mug tightened. “Kali…” Sophie warned. “Funny.” Samnang spat, swallowing hard before standing up. “Sammy, don’t.” Nicky tried, grabbing Samnang’s shirt, but his younger brother pulled away. “What have I done to make you hate me so much Kalianne?” Samnang cried, his hands slamming down on the table. “For starters, my littlest sister is dead because of you.” Kali stated simply, raising an eyebrow. “Would you rather I was happy, or actually dead?” Samnang asked in challenge. “Guys!” Nicky raised his voice. “This really isn’t the place for this.” He added once he got both their attention. “I’m going home.” Samnang said bitterly, grabbing his jacket off the back of his chair and leaving the coffee shop. Nicky gave Kali a look before going after Samnang. “Sam, wait!” He called once his brother was in sight. Samnang turned and the look on his face made Nicky’s heart drop. He pulled Samnang away from the middle of the sidewalk before enveloping him into a hug. “I know it’s probably really confusing for you guys, but why did she have to say it like that? This whole thing is confusing for me, too!” Samnang cried. “She doesn’t understand it.” Nicky tried. “God Sammy, I didn’t expect you to run off crying like a little girl.” Kali interjected with a roll of her eyes. “Stop it!” Samnang cried to her. “Stop being like this! What do you have against me being happy?” “Because of you, our parents stopped caring about the rest of us!” Kali snapped. Samnang’s voice went quiet. “So this is what it’s about? Attention?” “That’s all you’ve demanded from mom and dad since you were born, isn’t it?” Kali argued. “I never once asked for this, Kali.” Samnang said, his voice cracking with hurt. “I never asked to feel out of place in my own body. I never once wanted all the attention on my ‘problem.’ I never once asked to hate myself and my body so much I’d rather not be alive.” He took a deep breath, “so please, mind your tongue.” Kali looked taken aback, about to say something else until Sophie put a hand on her shoulder. “I’m going home.” Samnang said. “You guys can stay out but I’m not feeling well anymore.” With that, he turned to leave. I’m sorry, Sammy. Kali thought, biting her lip as she felt herself unable to voice it. She pushed some hair behind her ears and smiled to her two other siblings. “Let’s go shopping. I need to relax.” “At a book store?” Sophie asked hopefully. “Ew, no.” Kali said, making a face. Nicky hesitated, looking to where Samnang had just left. “Come on Nicky, he’ll be fine, quit being a lost puppy.” Kali urged, pulling her brother along.
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Post by Redeim on Oct 20, 2015 21:12:32 GMT -8
Stress ((Notes: Set between 2002 and 2010. reminder that Remi's mom is Elena, dad is John, and sister is Anya. Warnings: Animal Cruelty? tags: Remi Young)) It was a parent’s worst nightmare as Elena opened the door, seeing her four year old being held on both arms by two policemen was something she was not ready for. Not yet. This wasn’t supposed to happen until he was at least a teenager. And he was covered in blood. “Oh my god, Remi, are you alright?” She asked, worried for her son. “He’s fine, ma’am. We actually found him with this.” He pulled out a knife, one she recognized from her kitchen. “He said someone told him to kill your neighbor’s dog.” Elena put her hands to her mouth, a gasp escaping. “Who would do that? Remi, why would you do that?” Remi, who’d been staring his bloodied clothes this entire time, just looked at his mother with a smile, “The big man told me to. Said he can’t sleep at night because of the dog’s barking. It was annoying, so I helped him.” The dog almost never barked, especially not at night. “What… what man, Remi?” She asked, afraid to know the answer. Remi pointed his hand, unable to move his arm, towards the sidewalk, and Elena’s breath hitched as she saw blood from the dog, but no man. “He’s right over there mum. Says I did well.” “I’m very sorry for this, but I think I need to have a long talk with my so-” “We’re going to take him down to the station for questioning. Your neighbor wants him jailed.” “He’s four years old!” “Laws are laws, ma’am.” Elena grabbed her coat, stepping out with them into the frosty autumn night. She had suspected, he talked a lot to ‘invisible friends,’ but almost every kid his age had those, and she had really hoped she’d been wrong. But now this… She didn’t know what to expect anymore. She was scared she’d lost her son to a dark place before she’d even had a chance to properly get him a diagnosis. It didn’t take long before the verdict was out, Remiel Scott Young, four years old, would begin receiving counselling sessions for psychopathic tendencies. In the process, Elena had worked with other psychotherapists to confirm he did in fact also have schizophrenia. With John often working, she was left to deal with Remiel on her own. Watching him every second to make sure he couldn’t harm someone, making sure every new pill this young child was given didn’t affect him negatively, for one, and also actually worked, was wearing her out. She was one more missed appointment away from losing her job, but she couldn’t leave Remi alone. When he was sent to nursery school, he was almost immediately expelled after slamming a girl’s hand in the door intentionally, it had broken her hand and the parents were threatening to sue if he wasn’t expelled. She couldn’t give him a babysitter, as the last one ran away before she’d even gotten home, with Remi not even noticing his sitter had left, still talking adamantly from a corner about how he was going to kill her to no one Elena could see. Eventually she broke down, not wanting to do it, but figuring it was her sanity or Remi’s safety. She sent him away to a psychiatric hospital, the best one in England, so they claimed. But a psychiatric hospital was no place for a child. While she was never able to gather substantial evidence he was abused or neglected, he became distant, not talking to her and seeming angry at her, though not once did he ever try attacking her. She always wondered if he ever wanted to. After Anya was born, Remi seemed to make a 180 degree change. It was Christmas when they introduced Anya to Remi, all nerves because a baby was an easy thing to damage. But Remi listened to his parents explain how he now had a baby sister. How life could, and would, be changing for the family. It was close to his ninth birthday that he was released from the psychiatric hospital, deemed no longer a danger to humanity, as he hadn’t attempted to injure anyone, and had been all but an angel after his sister was born. Moving back home, however, seemed almost fatal. Now, Remi was free to overhear the conversations his parents had about him. God, I hope Anya isn’t mental. It was your fault! You’re the one who’s great-grandfather was a serial killer! Your grandmother was in a psych ward until she died! He’s insane, incurable! What? Are you suggesting we should just put him down like an animal?Accusations everywhere. Always. One day he made it known he listened in on them. “Just kill me then! If you’re so worried about me even breathing just bloody kill me!” He accused after getting into a particularly brutal fight with his parents. His parents were stunned silent for a moment. It was then they stopped arguing about it, because Remi was still their son, regardless of how his mind worked. At twelve, the family was greeted with great, but daunting, news. John had been offered a job in the U.S. to open his own clinic. Moving across an ocean was more stressful than any of the family had imagined, and while everyone was busy with their own packing and closing open ends, Remi, who was finally getting stable, continuously forgot to take his medication. It didn’t get his parent’s notice until they heard three-year-old Anya screaming. They hadn’t even been in their new house for a week, and now something was wrong. Even though Elena had prepared, already having set up an appointment for Remi to meet a new psychotherapist, something still went wrong. Rushing to the backyard thankfully showed Anya unharmed, but probably traumatized. Elena was quick to push her daughter into the house. “Remi…” She called to her son cautiously. Remi turned, and she could see a dog, thankfully this time with no collar, with its head turned at an odd angle. Well, at least there wasn’t much blood this time… She winced as Remi broke the dog’s leg before actually looking to his mother. “Remi…” A realization hit her. “Have you taken your medication recently?” Remi went back to mangling the dog, not answering, but his movements seemed a bit more rigid. “He said-” He began, his sentence cutting off as he looked at the dog. A small part of Elena wished she could actually see this delusion of his, if anything to give the dog-hater a piece of her mind and tell him to leave her son alone. She pulled Remi away from the dog, bringing him into the house and sitting him at the kitchen table. “Remi.” She started, punctuating her sentence with his medication bottle. “You need to remember to take these, okay? That way that man can’t bother you.” “He doesn’t bother me, he’s my friend.” Remi said, his eyes not leaving the pills. “Remi, I don’t want you to have to go back to the hospital.” Elena hated threatening her son this way, but he barely liked hanging around when she helped out at the psychiatric hospital here, and her office could even make him uncomfortable. “No!” He cried, his hands wrapping around the bottle, his eyes shut tight, and it was these moments Elena hated most; when she was reminded he was still a kid, still vulnerable, still had feelings. “Then you need to take your medication. You need to ignore that man when you see him. I don’t want you going back to the psychiatric hospital, either, alright? But I especially don’t want to see you in jail.” After that day, even though it went back to stress because she had to watch Remi to make sure he would take his medications and they were working, Elena was more relieved. Anya didn’t approach Remi for a full two weeks after witnessing the murder of the stray dog, and Remi seemed to be regretting that he scared his sister. Slowly, they were able to return to a semi-normal life (Remi offered to hold a funeral service for the dog, which made Anya like him again, although the dog had already been buried long before). At least here, their neighbor didn’t look like he was ready to put a shock collar on their son. At least here, maybe they could attempt to start a new life.
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The Past Will Haunt You ((Set in... the past. Tags: Remi Young. Warnings: mentions of suicide.)) It all began at Cambridge University. Two students who were in the same class. He found her pretty, she found him nice. He was an exchange student, there for four years because he wanted to go to Graduate School somewhere other than South Korea. Perfect his English, become a more well-rounded doctor one day. They were in the same class because they were both focusing on different medical issues with one particular body part: the brain. He wanted to become a surgeon, her a psychologist. The more they talked, the more they realized they had things in common. They both liked music, and eating, and learning about other cultures. He was an awesome cook, at least for Korean food, and so whenever he got care packages, they’d share the meal together. Eventually, they began talking about more serious things, one of them spawned from why they chose the careers they did. At this point, they didn’t have to go to class twice a week to see each other, they were formally dating and would visit one another almost every day. Elena explained her mother was in a psychiatric ward, diagnosed with schizophrenia. The diagnosis happened when she was nine, her older brothers were fifteen and twelve, and her younger sister, who was the most detached from their mother, was only six. She recalled she was close with her mother until the diagnosis, and then their father had her locked away. She felt it was a bit cruel, but wanted to understand her mother still. She remembered how normal she had seemed when she was growing up, and couldn’t understand why it had to change. John took the news surprisingly well, and didn’t judge her in the least. He told her his own story, how his grandfather was tried as a serial killer, convicted insane, and probably was a psychopath. He didn’t know much about him, as he was killed before he was born, but he remembered hearing stories. They had moved across the country because of their grandfather, and he hadn’t seen Seoul before the age of 18, when he went into the military. Despite these setbacks, it somehow made them closer. Something dark they could bond over. They supported each other throughout graduate school, and married soon after. He became a British citizen, and they lived in peace for a while. Oftentimes, they would go to visit Elena’s mother, who was happy for the company, since her husband never visited. Medication wasn’t as commonly used back then, but when she was on medication, she was quite a pleasant old woman and they could enjoy walks in the back garden. It was soon discovered Elena was pregnant. They had only recently gotten a full-time career, with John already learning to be a dad by making all the dad jokes about being promoted to head surgeon. However, Elena’s father was paranoid about his wife’s disease being transferred through genes. A niece was showing a couple signs of possible schizophrenia, but was still too young for the family to know for sure. Being very religious, Elena’s father insisted he name the boy, choosing Remiel, meaning “Mercy of God.” It took a bit before the name grew on Elena and John, especially since they had already agreed to give him a name that could work in both English and Korean. But after they both agreed they really liked the nickname Remi, and even though it didn’t mean anything, fit nicely in Korean, eventually, they let her father win, and when the boy was born, healthy and happy, they decided to name him Remiel. Remiel and his grandmother hit it off surprisingly well, and even when the doctors were recommending they not visit, the toddler could make his grandmother happy and non-volatile. It was like nothing was wrong when Remiel got to visit, and it was his grandmother that got him the most accustomed to his nickname, Remi. So it hit the toddler that much harder when he was first to discover his grandmother had committed suicide. The hospital originally disregarded it as an accident, after all, it had to be a coincidence that the old woman had hit her head against the bed frame. She probably misjudged where the bedframe was. Eventually, by looking at the cameras, it was deemed a suicide. She knew where the bedframe was, and she knew where there was an extra piece of metal that stuck out, sharp enough to pierce through her face, and cause severe bleeding. Since she was complaining of how lonely she was, since her husband never visited, and all she had was her daughter and precious Remi. Remiel attacked his grandfather verbally, punching whatever part of him the little four year could reach, blaming him for his grandmother’s death. For ignoring her. For leaving her there in that hospital to rot. It was less than a month Remiel began talking to someone Elena couldn’t see. She originally assumed, hoped, it was just an invisible friend. Plenty of kids had those, it was perfectly normal. But her son being covered in blood, her son killing a dog because this new invisible friend told him to, she had to stop denying it. Her son, like her mother, was schizophrenic. Diagnostics, tests, and time confirmed it, and Remiel became one of the youngest diagnosed schizophrenics. She had to admit she was the one who pulled the short straw out of her siblings. She was the one to get the child that carried on her mother’s disease. Thankfully, John was great about it, never once even faltering in his love for either her or Remiel. As time passed, they got used to things. Besides the fact Remiel was forced into a psych hospital, as it was that or juvenile hall, but his parents made sure he never once got the same lonely feeling his grandmother had had. Especially since he cried about having to go in, and had nightmares for a solid year while he was in the hospital. Elena was surprised when she found out she was pregnant again. They didn’t think it was something to worry about, if Elena would be the unlucky sibling not once but twice. Although they were nervous, they kept the surprise baby, and welcomed Anya into the world. It was like the start of something new, seeing Remiel interact with his sister. It was like Elena’s mother with Remiel all over again. It seemed like new beginnings were possible, because miracles could come in the form of a grandson, or a new baby sister.
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Post by Redeim on Jun 2, 2016 21:19:00 GMT -8
By elementary school, I knew my name was up in roll call when the teacher paused Stumbling over foreign letters fixed together to make a name. In Korean, my name means innovation and support. In English, I was reduced to a letter. Z. The last letter of the alphabet The last person thought about The last person. Half of my culture was stripped away And for a long time, I let it be. At the time just because I looked Asian Didn’t mean I was I didn’t grow up with using chopsticks Or speaking a foreign language, It was the last thing on my mind The last letter in my alphabet.
Now, I’ve found people that want to call me by my real name. They acknowledge the depth behind the meaning. The meaning of growing up implanted in space. Where nothing is familiar for a moment, And everything means something different than what they know. And suddenly, I’m not Just a letter anymore. I have a name.
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Post by Redeim on Dec 28, 2016 20:04:44 GMT -8
Christmas Drabble #2 ((Tags: Jiuk Robertson , Hwangjung Lee )) ”Oh, I guess we didn’t realize…” Hwangjung had began, “But none of us celebrate Christmas, Jiuk-ah.” Z knew the words weren’t meant to hurt as much as they did, but he still felt a bit out of place, by no fault of his new roommates, and he was hoping the holidays would help relieve some of his uneasiness. But that simple statement made him feel more like an outsider, because even though he didn’t actively go to church, he did still practice his faith in attitude and beliefs. Samnang had to work on Christmas day, so he couldn’t even have his best friend to distract him from the stark difference of what he was accustomed to. The lack of decorations he could get used to, as the Confortola’s stopped being as aggressively decorative as time went on. And except for when he was still with his bio parents, Z never really practiced the religious part of Christmas anyway, just the happy cheer and gift-giving and loving one another… He debated for a moment suggesting to the others in the household to do a secret santa, or something, but he felt like it might have been stepping out of line. In that case, what did they celebrate, if anything? He could figure the Lunar New Year, which was something he was simultaneously familiar and unfamiliar with. As December 25 rolled around, it felt like an ordinary day. This hell year brought Christmas on a Sunday, so he didn’t even get the pleasure of having a day off for the holidays this year like usual. Although tomorrow was an optional day and though he had said he’d come in, he still had plenty of sick time to use up, and he was debating using it on the entirety of this week, as he’d lose the remainder of his sick time on the first anyway. He stared out at the room. He was comfortable here, but certain things, as with any new living situation, were taking longer to get used to than he had anticipated. He was startled when his phone chimed with a new KakaoTalk message. He glanced over his shoulder, glad to see the noise hadn’t woken Hwangjung, before turning his phone to vibrate and looking at it. Manager said we had too many people here, let me off early. Wanna continue our tradition from last year? Sammy you are a godsend. Z messaged back, jumping out of bed excitedly and digging through the clothes he hadn’t unpacked yet. It was his rustling that eventually woke Hwangjung up. “What are you up to?” He asked his boyfriend, propped up on his elbows and blinking wearily. Z stood up, startled by the sudden noise, and shined his phone light toward Hwangjung’s direction, only to quickly point it down when Hwangjung blocked the light. “S-sorry…” Z replied, biting his lip. He took a deep breath, seeming to be contemplating something, before looking at Hwangjung with a sense of simultaneous hesitancy and urgency. “Sam and I started this Christmas tradition of just driving until we find snow, and then spending the day in it. D-d.. did you want to come? It’s not… It’s not a religious thing, hell, it’s barely a Christmas thing, just… It’s something fun and in Korea it’s more cultural to spend time with friends on Christmas rather than family, and Sammy doesn’t really like most of his family anyway but I mean we do sing Christmas carols so that could be a bit-” “Z.” “Uncomfortable for you but I promised it’d still be fun and-” “Jiuk.” “Maybe we could sing something else, I mean, Sammy’s and my Korean has gotten a lot better so maybe you can help us to learn some Korean songs and-” “Jiuk!” Hwangjung raised his voice just slightly, just to get his boyfriend’s attention, and scooted to the edge of the bed, taking Z’s hand in his own. “I’d love to go with you. And I don’t mind if you and Samnang want to sing Christmas Carols, be my guest, just know that I don’t really know any.” “Taijia might have a lot of fun too.” Z suggested, seeming like he was finally finishing his rant from earlier. “True as that may be, we really don’t have any winter clothes for Taijia, and we don’t need him getting sick.” “I can buy him some.” “No, Z, I couldn’t-” “It can be my Christmas present to him! When he gets back to school people are going to ask him what he got for Christmas and if he says nothing kids will probably make fun of him even more! At least now he can say he had a fun trip and he got to see snow, please don’t fight me on this. Please.” His eyes seemed overwhelmed with emotions. “I’ve spent the last few years trying to make this special holiday a happier time for myself, and I can respect that you guys don’t celebrate Christmas. Call it a New Year’s gift, whatever, I don’t… I don’t want to do nothing today. I can’t. I don’t want to pretend it’s an average Sunday. Please just let me do this one thing for Taijia.” Hwangjung nodded, “Fine.” He said softly, pulling Z in for a hug. “Calm down now, it’s okay. Let us go find some snow, okay?” Z nodded enthusiastically, continuing to rummage through the box. “Ah, Jiuk, one more thing.” Hwangjung began, looking through his own clothes for things warm enough. Z looked over at him, the look on his face plainly begging, ‘don’t back out of this.’ Hwangjung was a bit taken aback by the look, though thoroughly amused. “I get to sleep on the way there.” Z smiled, even laughed a bit, and nodded, “Deal!” He said, giving Hwangjung a thumb up.
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Post by Redeim on Jul 28, 2019 17:49:08 GMT -8
Growing Pains ((Tags: Remi Young , Anya Young )) January 2019 Remi sat in his room, bouncing a tennis ball off the wall. He was still stuck on Anya wanting to audition. What if she made it? He’d be proud of her, but also worried, probably non-stop. There was no way to protect her, not really, unless he could somehow go with her, but that was a ridiculous thought. February 2019 His 21st birthday came and past, and Remi began wondering just what his future would look like. He didn’t want to live with his parents forever, and then once they passed, what then? Would he have to depend on Anya? He didn’t want to do that to her. He’d been successful at holding down a part-time job, even though it hadn’t lasted very long for reasons outside of his control, so who’s to say he couldn’t keep a career? Why couldn’t he live on his own, just because he was schizophrenic? He glanced around his room, disorganized, but just clean enough his mom let him get away with it. Having a career and a place to call his own seemed like a fantasy. But maybe it was just because his mom was holding him back; his symptoms were so much worse growing up. March 2019 Anya made it through. That meant in June she’d be going to Korea for two weeks for some training camp. She had started sneaking away his book from when he took Korean classes, so eventually he just left them on his desk where she could easily find them. Their mother has been frantic about letting her little girl go so far away, while also gushing to anyone that would listen about how talented Anya was. Remi didn’t recall his mom talking like this when he got Valedictorian. April 2019 Remi took Anya to his bookstore during spring break, because she’d gotten through the book he had. He would’ve still had the second book for her, but at some point he was pretty sure he burned it up. Couldn’t remember why though. At the very least, it was definitely lost. He told her they should have study sessions together, to which she agreed. He really wasn’t ready to let her go, and swore to cherish every moment he could get with her. She was still too pure for the world. What if she got anti-fans? How could he protect her from the internet? Remi decided, on a whim, to apply to a 4-year college in Korea, and also put himself down for graduation from the community college by the end of summer semester. May 2019 As they received more information about the training camp, Remi had to admit it sounded kind of cool. As his mother griped about not being able to miss work for two weeks, Remi got an idea, “I can go with her. Be her guardian for that time.” His mother looked at him as if he were talking nonsense, and for a moment he questioned if he’d actually said what he thought he did. Eventually, she shook her head, “I don’t know, Remi… she’ll be busy most of those two weeks, what will you do?” It felt like she was trying to find a good reason to say no. Remi shrugged. “I’ve never been to Korea, it’d be fun to go. I’m half-Korean too, y’know, not just Anya.” “Of course I know, but she’s not…” His mother paused, before waving a hand as if Remi couldn’t guess what she was going to say. “Nevermind. I’ll think about it.” She’s not you. She’s not schizophrenic. The words seemed to hang in the air. June 2019 Remi graduated quietly this time, nothing blown up or even any parties or hospital visits. His mom had also finally agreed to let him go with Anya to Korea. Korea ended up being a lot of fun. He couldn’t see Anya as much as he had hoped he’d be able to, but he watched the channel religiously for anything new that came out, that let him see him sister. That let him see the comments, if any, that she was getting. He ate a lot, he drank a bit (drinking alone really wasn’t that fun, though he was pretty sure he accidentally made friends with an ajusshi at the street stall when he was drinking), he shopped a lot. Shopping in Korea was hit or miss, stores with cheap electronics, skin care products, and other random gadgets were much more fun to explore than the expensive clothes, though he did get himself a new pair of high top sneakers and some shirts with Konglish on them. He made sure to take his meds on time every day, and kept his bed clean, and overall felt like a truly responsible, solo adult for once. He decided he liked the feeling. July 2019 While he’d been in Korea, a document arrived for him. His parents sat him down at the table, asking why he was receiving an official document from Seoul National University. It took everything in him not to open the letter and decide what to tell them based on what the letter said. Instead, he shrugged, nonchalant as ever, and in a monotone voice said, “I decided to try applying to a four-year college abroad.” His parents blew up. “You can’t do that!” “Without our permission?” “Why not just apply to UW?” “Or get a job for a bit?” “You can’t live in Korea!” “Why not?” He asked them simply, though his anger was rising fast. He pulled the yellow envelope closer to him, wanting to open it so badly. “Because you’re-!” His mother began, but stopped herself. “So my 12-year-old sister can go live across the Pacific Ocean alone because she’s… neurotypical?” “Just…. Open the letter.” His mother said, her expression upset. Remi tore open the envelope, reading over the letter. “I made it.” He said monotonously, tossing the letter in their direction. A mix of emotions flashed across his mother’s face, and Remi sat up, looking her straight in the eyes. “My positive symptoms are under control with medicine. And they have been for over a year now. I was just fine about remembering to take my meds for the two weeks you weren’t being a helicopter parent. Most schizophrenics can’t even hold down a job, but I did fine for the time that I had one. I’m smarter than average - which you’ve said yourself, and I want to go to one of the best schools in Korea, which is half of my heritage. You should be just as proud for me, and just as willing to let me go, as you are willing to let your 12-year-old daughter become a KPop star!” He had managed to keep his voice even until the end, when it started to rise. “Remiel if you think for one second I’m not worried about her going alone to another country you’re dead wrong.” “ Then let me go with her.” Remi stressed, pointing at himself with both hands almost desperately, punctuating each word with a tap to his chest. “I can get a college degree and learn about dad’s side of the family and keep a closer eye on Anya in case something happens. AND I can take care of myself in the process.” “You’ll need to get a therapist as soon as you get there.” “I know. Wait are you-” “And we’ll talk with your psychiatrist about getting the maximum amount of pills so you won’t run out too fast.” “So does this mean?” His mother let out an exasperated sigh. “ Yes, Remi, you can go.” “Yes!” Remi exclaimed excitedly. “Oh great…” Anya groaned from the doorway. She gave her best glare to her older brother, “ you had better not become a helicopter parent in return. If you do, I’ll tell the company not to let you in the building!”
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Post by Redeim on Aug 2, 2021 17:45:27 GMT -8
Figuring It Out ((Takes place in summer of 2019. TWs: double suicide (no in depth details, blood mention), suicidal ideation mention, psych wards, self harm mention. Tags: Julin Woo )) It had started as such a peaceful morning. He had gone to hang out with friends, his parents told him it was fine, that they’d see him later and they loved him. It should have tipped him off. His parents usually asked a million questions before letting him go anywhere. By this point, they were U.S. citizens, but his parents never stopped believing that someone would come and take them back to a camp for what his uncle did. He had tried to ask exactly what it was his uncle had done, but every time he asked, it was only, “he was a traitor,” never more elaboration. It’s easy to be a traitor when you’re from North Korea. If you talked positively about South Korea or America in public, or questioned the regime, or protested… Many things, really. He didn’t remember much of his time from living there, some clips of being at home, telling his mom he was hungry, and her giving him what measly portions of food other than rice that she could find, or being in school, learning about history but - though he didn’t know it at the time - everything was… wrong. He also had some memories of playing soccer with the other neighborhood kids in China. They taught him Chinese and it was a thing he held onto dearly. But his parents called him to come inside any time there was a policeman roaming the neighborhood, even if it was unrelated to the fact they were illegal immigrants in the country. China was an ally of North Korea, they couldn’t risk bringing any sort of attention to themselves. At the time he had thought it was so cool to spend six months out of school. Then there was the migration. He didn’t remember much from it, but he remembered being tired all the time. They only occasionally managed to find affordable public transit, so they walked the rest of the time. All the way from the tip of China where it meets North Korea, to Vietnam. He remembers almost nothing from Vietnam, except an empty room that was smelly on good days and stifling on very hot days. He also remembers he was left alone for long periods of the day. He supposed it made sense his parents would end it this way - for all the trauma he did remember, he could only assume there was more, and tenfold for his parents. They were born and raised in North Korea after all, and his grandparents, who he’d never met, were born in a time when there was no separation of North and South Korea, and went through the trauma of the war. His parents never talked about them much, and they had died just after he was born. But to see the police and paramedics at his family’s apartment was still jarring. He didn’t see their bodies, but a policeman asked him questions. Something about if he knew his parents had a gun in the house - he didn’t. If he could notice any signs of something gone wrong - yeah, something was wrong! He was being told his parents were dead, and just thirty minutes ago he’d been laughing with his friends over fro-yo. He asked the policeman how long they’d been dead, but was told only the coroner could answer that, and they hadn’t received an answer yet. How long had he been laughing with his friends while parents were bleeding out and dying? He was told it was most likely an instantaneous death, but even so… His life changed quickly after his parents died. He hadn’t been working, and for whatever reason, or as some sick joke, his parents committed double suicide at the end of the month, so he had about a week before he’d be kicked out the apartment. There was no way he’d be able to afford the rent in time. As expected, he lost the apartment, and he managed to get a spot at the shelter for at least that first night. He had a travel backpack - one he had since they were in China - full of clothes and whatever snacks he could fit in afterward. It was as others in the shelter began asking him questions, he was young, after all, that he started to realize his life couldn’t continue as it was. His parents’ trauma from living in North Korea made it so they never got the chance to acclimate. The Korean population in the area was solely South Koreans, and there was such a difference. The only thing similar between the two countries at this point was the language. He had adapted up until this point. His knee-jerk reactions were still to hate anything South Korean. But H Mart still helped him find food that was hard to find elsewhere that he remembered from his home country. And the friends he made in high school were other Asians, a handful of Chinese speakers, as well as some kids from South Korea who were still paying attention to the culture there. He copied them well enough no one, not even the Koreans, suspected anything. Perhaps if they had been transplants rather than first or second generation they may have suspected something, but he was good at this. He blended in well enough no one seemed to suspect him of being anything other than South Korean, maybe from a small province with a weird accent at most. To lose his parents, though, made him realize he had been oblivious to their inability to blend in. Their mannerisms, their language, had become so different that their dialect felt like another language. The shelter hooked him up with a counselor after he’d spent a night there. He had to make it through a week before he could meet her though. He felt like he’d lost his whole sense of self. After all, if he no longer said he was North Korean, was he willing to let people just assume he was from the South? Who was he after he was no longer a refugee? A week later, when he brought it up with his new therapist, figuring he’d just frontload everything after establishing the patient confidentiality rules, she asked him why he felt it was so important people know he was North Korean, especially since it was something he’d never shared with anyone? He needed to know his parents hadn’t suffered just for him to lose his identity. He didn’t want to lose the only thing keeping him tied to his family, most of whom were probably dead, or wished they were. He didn’t want to live if it meant losing his sense of self. In retrospect, it was a mistake to tell her that last part. But at least the hospital was a warm bed, a roof over his head, and free food. There was group therapy every afternoon, and he had one-on-one therapy twice a week. He could tolerate that for a place to sleep. He was given antidepressants that made him sleepy and nauseous and like he could never drink enough water. He was told the side effects would subside after a while. He mostly stayed in his room. He shared it with another teen, a white kid with dyed black hair and scars all up and down his arms. He didn’t talk much, and also had his own friend in the hospital, so he was left alone most of the day. He was glad for it, it left him with time to think. After a month in the hospital, he was brought to the financial department and was told the state would only pay for one month, but they got him in touch with a guidance counselor and he’d be put into a temporary transitional housing unit. He was told he was expected to continue with his antidepressants, and if he didn’t check in with the guidance counselor within a week, they’d send the police to do a wellness check on him. He prickled at the mention of police, the habit of hiding from authority still drilled into his head. He left the hospital the following afternoon, found the housing unit, and immediately called the guidance counselor. His guidance counselor was a tall, burly man with a loud laugh and a bright smile. He finally understood what people meant by “big teddy bear.” It fit this man perfectly. He introduced himself as “Lance, like Lancelot.” He told him he would help him find a job, and get him set up with proper housing - which is when they’d have to say goodbye - and just getting him settled. It took about another month for him to get settled into a job at a Chinese bakery, so he was excited to get to keep up his Chinese, and this time he got to work more on reading it, too. Then when it was time to get his own apartment, he was a bit reluctant. Lance had been a huge help to him, and now they’d be saying goodbye. Lance told him to call him any time he needed, even if he just wanted to talk. His heart was still broken, he was still kind of going blindly, but he felt like he’d maybe figured himself out. It had been the roughest summer he could remember, but things were finally starting to sort themselves out. He knew who he was, and he now understood the best way to make his family proud was to continue being his authentic self, and living freely. And when his name was called wrong in his first class freshman year, he actually corrected the teacher for the first time since he practically had moved to America, “It’s Julin, actually. Julin Woo.”
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