Twisted

Chapter 28

Now y'all knew what was up with Micah from the jump. Let's not act as if this is a surprise. Y'all shipped Cassie with this mess. Now she stuck.

Chapter 28:

Sitting on the bed Cassie waited for Micah to talk as she fumbled with the ends of his shirt. She had a feeling this conversation would be more than she was ready to take in, but she was willing to listen.

Clearing his throat Micah rubbed his chest. He wasn't nervous at all he just never felt comfortable being open. People always judged him and he didn't feel they deserved to get to know him.

"Micah your hand his bleeding." Cassie said getting up trying to grab it only for him to stop her.

He had his fist gripped so tight that his nails were piercing into his skin drawing blood.

Licking over his lips he sat up some in the seat. "Before I came to Bell view I was at River dale mental institution. They sent me there when I was about ten years old a couple months after my parents died. It was said I wasn't safe to be in a public environment due to my mental health status at the time."

Looking at him Cassie was quiet as she continued to listen to him talk.

"I was a danger to myself and the people around me. I was young though I just wanted people to understand what was going on in my head. I be having all these thoughts at one Cass and it's hard to focus. Sometimes I get angry like really angry and I can't control it. I see shit that ain't really there and hear voices that tell me to do shit I don't want to do. Imagine being a kid going through all that with no help and nobody believes you." Micah chuckled a little biting at his lip.

"My mama would tell my daddy I was just acting out and needed discipline. So when I went into my episodes I'd black out. They would lock me in 'the calming room' they said I needed to go there to be calm. Sometimes I sat in that bitch for days just coloring. That's how I learned to keep to myself. Sometimes I'd wake up with marks and bruises. Some I'd given myself and others I'd gotten from my mom restraining me. I really wanted to be a good kid I just I always 'acted out'."

Cassie now sat in tears watching him as he spoke with no emotion. He was living in hell and couldn't even express feeling for it.

"When I was three my little sister Mel came and mama adored her. It was like she forgot about me over the years because she had her perfect baby. I feel like she always knew something was wrong with me and because if that she treated me different. My dad worked a lot so he wasn't around as much as she was but she had him convinced I was a bad kid. Holidays were focused around Mel. I didn't get shit because I didn't act accordingly for shit let them tell it. After a while I just started doing shit just so I could go to the calm room. I felt better there by myself."

"Micah-" Cassie said standing up and grabbing his hands to stop him from harming himself.

"I killed them Cassie. After Melody drowned and they blamed me for it I killed them. They tried to send me away Cassie. They didn't want me anymore. The first time they sent me to my grandmas and I burned that bitch house down. She was the reason they wanted to send me away. Always calling me the devils child." Micah huffed as his chest heaved up and down. "I couldn't let them get rid of me Cassie. I just wanted them to live me. Love me like they loved Mel and they couldn't. My dad was too weak and my mother didn't love herself. It was her fault that I was the way I was and she couldn't even help me. She ignored me."

Wrapping her arms around him Cassie rocked him from side to side as he kept talking. It was like word vomit he couldn't stop. It was all playing back in his head.