Techno drowsily opened his eyes, lifting his head slowly out of his arms, the throbbing pain in his skull pounded as if someone had taken a hammer to his head and used as much force as possible. Zoning out for a minute, he tried to register where he was and what he was doing. Suddenly, he jolted up causing the chair to fall backwards and onto the floor with a harsh landing and a loud thump.
He laid there for a moment, long messy hair spread out on the floor. He debated on whether or not to get up instead of just laying there and vibing. Ofcourse, in the end he won but sort of lost The argument in his head?? Sitting up and removing his legs off of the chair, the door suddenly slammed open against the wall. "Techno?!"
A Scottish-british accent could be heard from just around the desk. Soon enough the figure came running around the desk in a panic. Eyes searching, the blondes eyes landed on the pinkette on the floor. "Techno, are you alright?!" The pinkette took a minute to respond, worrying the blonde a bit more.
"Yeah, I'm alright." His own voice shocked him a little. "Jeez tech..did you even sleep at all?" The worried tone in his father's voice made him feel nothing less than guilt. "Y-..yeah. what time is it?" The pinkette slightly tilted his head as his father crouched down by his side. "Three in the morning." He didn't dare to meet his father's eyes throughout the conversation.
He felt the worried expression on his father's face burn into his skin like a blade covered in fire slicing right into his skin slowly but surely getting the job done in the end. "How much did you sleep?" The blonde asked, examining his son for any sign of wounds from the fall. "An hour.." the pinkette answered, causing the blondes eyes to widen. "Tech, how much sleep have you been getting?"
Minutes past with no answer. Just as the blonde went to say something, he answered. "It's the same. Each and every night, phil. I just can't sleep." The blonde stood, sighing silently. He left his hand out for his son to grab. Looking up, the pinkette took his father's hand, standing and letting go once he was up. "Techno, you can't keep going every night with little to no sleep." His father stated in a gentle tone.
The pinkette nodded slightly, looking to the side and down at the ground.
They stood, minutes of silence pass by. The uncomfortable silence. The voices grew louder and louder as each minute passed. His father on the other hand, was trying to get his sons attention. "Techno?" He went to put his hand gently on his sons shoulder but instead, the pinkette slapped his hand away, shoving him away completely causing him to fall backwards on the floor.
As another moment of silence had passed, Techno snapped out of it pushing past the voices before dropping to his knees. "I'm sorry I'm sorry I didn't mean to hurt phil I didn't mean to hurt him I'm sorry please I-I can't breathImsorryphi-" he continued to mutter things under his breath bringing his hands up to his head as his father quickly came to his sons side.
Trying desperately to calm his son down, the pinkette didn't stop. The blonde calmed himself down and then gently began removing his sons hands from his head, holding them tightly. "I'm a monster a monster that's what I am I'm a monster I'm a monster I hurt him I hurt him I'-" the pinkette was hyperventilating in-between his words, his heartbeat could be heard loudly in his head as he shook, sweat all dripping down his face mixing in with the thick tears that rolled down his cheeks.
His father let go of the pinkettes hands and pulled him into a tight hug, finally snapping the pinkette out of it. Putting his arms around his father, he buried his face into his father's shoulder. Crying silently, he kept muttering 'i'm sorry''s as his dad gently stroked his long, messy, wavy, pink hair telling him reassuring things to help him calm down. (Get this dad a metal.)
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two souls (DREAMNOBLADE)
FanfictionEnemies. That's what they are, aren't they? Perhaps they were lovers in another life, perhaps they'll be lovers in this one. Read more to find out.