Explosions. Gunshots. Screaming. Blood. Death. Those are the things I'm hearing and seeing. I'm in the war. I start panicking, trying to find a way out of this hellhole I crawled into. I start searching for my love, start searching for anything that reminds me of home. Nothing. Next thing I know, I hear a giant explosion and everything goes dark.
I open my eyes and I'm back. I'm back in a place worst than war. My home. My childhood home back in Ireland. I hate this place. This is a dream. This /has/ to be. I-I can't be back here! Not here... any place but here. My dad walks in the front door, laughing as he slammed money on the table then stares straight into my dead eyes. "You better join the business with me son! It's not that hard just going out on the street and meetin' desperate folk!" My dad always yells a lot. Still does. See, my dad's a drug dealer. Hah, illegal right? Well, it's Ireland. This place has /many/ drug dealers. To bad by the age of nine, my dad made me try pot. Hey, it's not like I wanted to. Truth be told, my dad is basically a serial killer for how many people he has killed selling them stuff. Haha..funny... I know what I went through. Why am I just talking to myself in my mind? Like they'res an audience there? Pah, please. I close my eyes once again, everything going black. ..and then the dreams go in a loop.. oh no...
Lafayette's POV~
I groan as I tossed myself awake, peeking at my phone for the time. 3am, the bright phone screen read. I sigh and drag my hand, down my face, groaning as I stared up at the ceiling. A whimper came from the other side of the bed, causing me to turn. Hercules was definitely having a nightmare of some sorts, seeing how he was on the verge of crying, mumbling in his sleep, and tossing and turning. Before my hand reached out to grab his shoulder, he sat up quickly with a gasp, followed by a sob. He covered his mouth and back up against the headboard, I'm guessing trying to quiet his cries. I quickly sat up straight and back against the headboard as well, wrapping my arms around him. Hercules immediately melted into my hold and stuffed his face into my chest, letting his sobs loose. "Shh.. it's gonna be alright... it was just a nightmare.. it wont happen.. don't worry." His cries seemed to grow louder once I whispered that, my concern for him only growing. "Heyhey... shhh... what was the nightmare about, hun?" I asked, wondering what could have caused him to break down like this. 'This isn't normal..' Hercules peeked up at me, his eyes red and puffy from crying so much, tears still rolling down his cheeks. "I-I-..h-he.. th-the w-w-war.. m-my f-fath-ther..." He stammered over his words, stuffing his face back in my chest and crying more. I feel so bad for him.. for all the shit he's been through...it's not fair for someone so amazing as him. "shh.." I shushed him gently, rubbing the space in between his shoulders blades, humming a tune as well. After about 5 minutes of me humming and rubbing his back, Hercules seemed to calm down his cries into soft whimpers and sniffles. I sighed and smiled slightly, kissing his head. He smiled back before falling asleep soon after, going limp in my arms. I kissed his head once more and then pulled the covers over us both, leaning my head against the headboard.
'I wish I could take away your sorrows. I wish I could take away your problems away. You deserve the world, Hercules. I'm sorry I can't give you that, but I will definitely try.'
