✱⠀𝓢𝒀𝑵𝑶𝑷𝑺𝓘𝑺⠀?! miyeon had a habit of boldly declaring she wasn't crazy, almost as if daring the universe to prove her wrong. others often characterized her as frantic and volatile, likening her to a hurricane in human form. despite this, her...
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KANASHIBARI IS A TERM USED IN JAPAN FOR SLEEP PARALYSIS, metal-binding, it was translated to. When you wake up in the middle of the night and can't move, like some gigantically big evil spirit was sitting on your chest.
Cate only ever heard it from Miyeon, who was Korean but dabbled in Japanese history. Cate would occasionally wake up with the thought that Miyeon was perched on her chest, as if she had relinquished control of her powers and gone rogue, manipulating her closest friends into committing dreadful acts like self-harm or amnesia.
And if Miyeon was sitting there it meant that she was a ghost and therefore she was dead, but then she would hear her light snoring across the room during one of their sleepovers and realized it was metal-binding.
She would open her eyes and stare into the darkness. Occasionally, she'd discern voices resembling furious demons, yet she found herself unable to utter even the slightest sound. It seemed that the longer she lay there, the sensation of her body drifting away intensified.
Cate suffered from metal binding a lot. It stopped a bit when she, Miyeon, and Jordan would have sleepovers. By then she figured it was because she became a ghost herself.
Ghosts were pretty intense. They're not the kind that go around dressed in sheets. They were beautiful gowns and had long flowing hair hanging in their faces, and also no feet. Usually, they're women who were rightfully pissed off because someone had done something horrible to them. Sometimes, if a person had been mistreated, they can become a living ghost, and their soul leaves their sleeping body and wandered around the city at night doing spirit attacks and wreaking vengeance on all the shitty people who tortured them by sitting on their chests.
Cate felt like a living ghost.
It wasn't as crazy as it sounded.
One night, Cate had this crazy cosmic dream about one of her classmates, she couldn't remember the details of it because the only thing she could remember was when her head fell forward, she jerked awake, but over and over she nodded off again. In the interstices between sleeping and waking, she floated in a darkened liminal state that was not quite a dream but was perpetually on the edge of becoming one.
