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15 - Fears

Dust 

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"You're a bad kid!" 

"I hear he's killed seven people!"

"He doesn't deserve to be happy."

"Stay still, brat!"

"Afraid of a little blood? You're pathetic."

"Brother, you killed me."

"Why did you kill us?"

"You don't deserve it."

"You should've been the one to die. Would've saved us a lot of trouble."

"Aww, are you scared? Let's play a little more, shall we?"

"Put that knife down!"

"What do we do with him?"

"Better off dead. Say we'll send him to a reform school."

 "Wait, did he hear that?"

"Ugh, just put him in a cell."

"I..I didn't mean to.."

I opened my eyesockets slowly, being met with Killer. I felt tears running down my face.

"Dust?" Killer inquired. "Did you have another bad dream?"

I nodded, hugging Killer tightly; I didn't like bad dreams. Dad could block out most of the bad dreams, but some still got through, sometimes; those nights were the worst. 

"Hey, it's all right." Killer comforted, holding me close. "It's not real; nobody's gonna hurt you."

It was real. It was all real; everything had been said, sometimes more than once.

"Are you ready for breakfast?" Killer asked.

"N-no.." I hugged Killer tighter.

"Okay..do you want me to help you get dressed?"

"Y-you don't h-have to.."

"I want to."

"I-if you w-want to.."

"What color?"

"B-blue?"

"I'll see what I can do."

"Th-thank you.."

Killer walked over to my dresser and grabbed some blue clothes for me to wear. After he got them, he allowed me to put them on, and we walked downstairs to see the others; Killer must have woken me up last, today. Killer woke everyone up most days, but sometimes, he wouldn't; those days were mostly when he was sick, but he also went to bed late, occasionally. When we reached the kitchen, the others were already at the table, eating some waffles. Killer and I sat down in our chairs and started to eat after saying good morning. I didn't talk much during breakfast; I didn't really want to. If I said something wrong, they might have abandoned me somewhere! I didn't want to be abandoned! I had nowhere to go if I was abandoned! What if they gave me to Ink?! He'd kill me! I didn't want to die! I was scared of death..what would happen? I would have been punished for killing my family! I didn't want to be hurt..

"Dust, are you all right?" Dad looked at me with a worried expression.

"I-I'm fine.." I didn't talk about my fears; they were stupid, and nobody wanted to hear about stupid things.

"You're crying.."

"I-I'm sorry.." I wiped my tears; why did I have to be so sensitive? They probably thought I was weak..