Thanksgiving day goes by. That night after the conversation we had I had to return to Satan's den. I had to clean the house from top to bottom. With everyone helping me it didn't take long. When they left I felt empty again. I was nauseated. I went to my room and went to bed. But it wasn't like I could get any sleep. I kept having.nightmares. And in each one I get closer to death. The last dream I had was me laying back in my own casket and my brothers crying over me. Karkat was on his knees crying a waterfall of red tears. Like blood flowing from his eyes. I bang on the casket and try to scream but my mouth is sewn shut. Then the dirt starts piling over and that's when I wake up. I sat up out of breath and dripping with sweat. I looked around and held my hand over my heart.
'Im still alive....' I thought and sighed in relief. I stood up and opened the window to get some air. I picked up my shades and placed them on. I look over and saw Karkat with John, Rose, Jade, Dirk, Jake, and Roxy. They looked over and waved.
"Hiya Dave!!!" John shouts. Roxy wraps an arm around his neck and waves.
"Heya David!" She shouted. Rose chuckled and waved. Dirk and Karkat waved as well.
"Yo," I simply said and waved back.
"Dave wanna hang out?!" John shouted. I wanted to, but I knew I wasn't going to be able to. I turned and noticed Mr. Ronalds standing behind me with folded arms. I looked back at Karkat and Dirk. I smiled sadly and closed the window. I turned back to the old man.
"Yes sir?"
"Who was that you were talking to out there?"
"My friends..." I answered honestly.
"Friends? Those are not your friends...demon,"
"They are too. And my brother Dirk is out there and guess what?!" I felt the fear and rage rise.
"Go ahead and speak...go ahead," his voice low yet it felt menacing.
I had to let it out. Had to let it go. I couldn't hold back. I smirked.
"I told him...he knows. So does our older brother Bro...and....Mr. Vantas and his sons," I said. His face went pale. His hands turned to fists. And before I knew it everything went black.
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Never Alone
FanfictionDave lives an unstable like environment. He doesn't want to fail, doesn't want to be useless, wants to help another. But he can never help himself, he simply does not care about himself. Maybe this guy..this troll...will help him feel once again.
