!IMPORTANT! This chapter is long (3983) words) and is very heavy, it shows both Mieko and Nanami in very dark places. This chapter includes, death, miscarriage, hallucinations, vivid nightmares, sleep paralysis, alcoholism and even suicide, so just beware while reading if you choose to continue reading. It is however a pretty important chapter.
TWENTY NINE - 29
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"You're Coming Home"
NANAMI COULDN'T TURN IT OFF.
It was all he thought about. It's all he seen when he closed his eyes. He seen it in his everyday life, trying to do simple tasks. He even dreamt about it.
Sometimes, it was happy moments shared between the joyful family, which depressed him in a different way. Though mostly, it was the all about the tragedy that struck in the end. Watching Kwang Ho try to fight against — and failing to protect his son from the cursed spirit as it ran alongside the speeding car in the winter's storm, when Mieko got to the scene and had to see her boys pulled out of the car neither one alive, covered in their own and each other's blood, when she received the news in the hospital that neither one could be saved, or at the vet when neither the dog would be brought home alive. But every since a few days ago, since discovering the truth— all he dreamt about was Mieko's miscarriage.
It truly haunted him.
Mieko and Clyde stood by the front, one positioned on both sides of the double doors, watching and greeting people as they walked into the funeral home. When one of the last cluster of people to come in, had settled into their seats, Mieko leaned closer, whispering to Clyde with hesitation. "I'm.. going to go to the bathroom."
He passed a harsh, cold glance at her, before turning back and straightening his posture to get ready to greet the very last people. "For god's sake, Carolina. People aren't going to judge you for crying. Your husband and son are sharing a casket." He told her, tight lipped to keep his voice and irritation down.
Mieko gave him a stern, mean glare with a deep frown. She didn't acknowledge his comment, instead she just held her head up higher, straightened out her black dress and headed towards the bathroom. In her walk to the bathroom, she did several quick breaths before she started to hyperventilate deeply, trying to keep her tears inside. When she passed people on the way, she'd quickly turned her head away, avoiding eye contact. If anyone tried to talk her, she wave them away. As soon as she pushed the doors open to the bathroom, she took a quick glance in under the three stalls within the room, and when she confirmed they were empty, she collapsed slowly onto the floor, lowering herself on her hands and knees, sobbing.
She cried, in deep, gutted despair, her tears running down her face and falling onto the floor as if they were streams. The more she cried, the louder she became, and when the pain became too unbearable, she grabbed the clothing around her chest as a comfort, she fell on her side from her off balance before curling up in a ball on the floor. Suddenly she stopped crying. Her tears still hung in her eyes, but she could tell something was wrong. In fear, she stayed quiet on the floor, not wanting to check. When she finally got a boost of strength, she felt in under her dress, between her legs. Shakily she bought her hand back out, covered in blood.
