Riddle OneShots

7. Raindrops falling on the rooftop

*Mattheo's sight*

A and me were enemies.

Like real ones.

We usually fought against each other but now we had the same enemy for a short time because our bosses wanted us to fight together against the anti-hero.

That's stupid, I mean either you're the hero, the good guy, like A is.

Or you're the villain, the bad, but cool one, like me.

Nobody needs an anti-hero.

What even is that?

Oh, and the more important thing, a hero is the good guy who deserves the world but is too noble to take it (which is dumb and naive), I got that much, but if she's the hero, why is her motherfucking name the first letter of the alphabet?!

It just doesn't make any sense at all.

And it sounds absolutely ridiculous.

This whole thing here is ridiculous.

Just because it was raining A didn't want to sleep outside, so we had to book into a hotel.

And the nearest hotel had only one bedroom with one bed of course.

Because A and I both were too dick headed to sleep on the floor (I would never, way too humiliating) we slept in the exact same bed.

Like a couple.

Ugh, bfnslkrnemwjdowölw

We were enemies for fucks sake.

And to top it all A fell asleep first and just when I was really comfortable she turned to the other side, her hand falling onto my head.

How could someone annoy me so much?

When I was in a good position again, I had built a pillow wall between us, the rain started falling.

Our room was a luxus suit (why did it only have one bed then!?) and it was the highest up so we were directly underneath the roof.

I had to pay for it because the little hero was broke.

And I was rich, so it didn't matter very much but I this room constantly rubbed it in my face that I paid this all for her.

For her. Ewwww

A had a very uneasy and troubled sleep, she turned from one side to the other, slowly taking the pillow wall down.

I sighed.

What. A. Nightmare.

The raindrops were still hammering on the rooftop, drop by drop.

It sounded so loud in my ears.

Drip, drop, drip, dop, drip, drop.

If this is gonna be the whole night istg I'll have migraine in the morning.

All of a sudden she turned two times and her head laid on my chest.

Holy hell oh my fucking devil

I just wanted to kick her head away and if she woke up I'd tell her to stay in her side of the bed, when I looked down at her face.

Now I knew why her sleep had been so anxious.

A tear rolled down her upper eye, slowly trickling down the side of her cheek, them crossing her nose bridge, exactly the place where my newest scar was.

Drip, drop, drip, drop, drip, drop, drip, drip...

Why the fuck did she cry?

She shouldn't cry, I didn't like crying people.

Can't handle them.

I don't know what to do when people cry.

Never did.

Then she was mumbling.

But her eyes were still closed, she was sleeping.

Drip, drop, drip, drop, drip, drop.

She was talking in her sleep, under different circumstances it would've been a bit spooky and I would've made a video of it, so I could blackmail her later.

But at the moment I was just curious what she was saying.

With a bit of a struggle I understood.

"Please... please don't hurt me."

When I made out the last word she said, she was sobbing.

Drip, drop, drip, drop, drip, drop, drip, drop, drip, drop.

I've never seen people sob in their sleep, was that normal?

And then - without a warning or anything - she was screaming.

Screaming her soul out, her wet face contorted with pain.

The raindrops were barely hearable anymore, only little

drip, drop, drip, drop, drip, drops

were heard.

I shooed her and rubbed circles on her back, hoping she would calm down again.

I was astonished by the fact that she was still sleeping.

After a while first the screaming and then the sobbing died and she sighed in her sleep, cuddling deeper onto my chest.

I didn't push her away, I let her stay there.

My hands were still lightly massaging her back while my thoughts travelled.

Who had traumatized her so bad it still haunted her in her sleep?

Whoever it was, I would find him and then I would kill him.

And then there was it again.

The raindrops falling on the rooftop.

They sounded a lot lighter now, drip, drop, drip, drop.

It had something magical in it, drop, drip, drip, drop, drip, drop.

It was like they were singing me a sweet lullaby, inviting me into a beautiful dream world,

drip drip, drop, drip, drop drop, drip, drop, drip drop drop,

It had something very comforting.

Soon I was asleep.

And the raindrops were still falling on the rooftop.

| wrote this at 2 a.m. when it was raining<<<< |