Dreams of Us (Klaus X Dave)

Black Coffee

It all starts with the screaming. The yells that pass ultrasonic waves through your ears, causing them to ache and you to sob in a pile of your own mess you call yourself. Once this starts, you can't get yourself out of it until someone interrupts you or you interrupt yourself. You tell yourself they'll go away just accept them their presence isn't the worst I mean doesn't everyone wish they could see the dead? But it doesn't work. Every day you struggle to give in, to give up, to let the ghosts take you away, but you have to find a way to cope, a way to ignore the pain and stress and madness.

I swallow another pack of pills. I feel them slide down my throat, a calm essence falling over me. A way to forget. A way to forget. A way to forget. Forget what? I don't remember, I've forgotten, but it's to forget. So I do it as often as I can, to suppress what I am trying to forget so I don't remember it, to make it so far back in the back of my brain that even my brain is like woah, bud. What is this? I don't remember this. I've forgotten this memory.

A figure can be seen in the archway of the living room. Who is that? Is it what I'm trying and being successful at forgetting? No? Wait. It's Pogo. Nothing to worry about. He slips into the living room. "How are you, Master Klaus?"

"I feel great, eccentric really. How are you, dear old Pogo?" I ask, my voice quite unlike my own. It's been one hell of a time since I've seen anyone but Pogo, Mom, and 'Dad', though he doesn't really act like one.

"Drinking more, I see?" Pogo questions me, eyeing the empty bottle of liquor on the table.

"Oh no. No way. I've just been, y'know, chillin' out" I say, a little bit of laughter at the end of my sentence.

"I'm sure you have been. I'll leave you to your duties, Master Klaus." Pogo leaves the room, leaving me to my selfish and fearful thoughts.

I often wonder what it's like for all the others. Who found a reason to live. Who found someone, or at least something to love, while I didn't and stayed back at the old Academy. It's strange to think that we all coexisted here, under this same roof, every fucking day of our lives, and never complained about it. It's quite insane, to think a world like that existed. A world where we all cared for one another and didn't have any worries. A world with all of us in it. Luther, Diego, Alison, Me, Five, Ben, and Vanya. We all coexisted together, and loved one another. And now they left me, completely alone. Except for Ben. Ben is always here. But that's not my point. I just wish I had some kind of reason. Some kind of will.

To clear my mind, I decided on going for a walk. Right away, Ben appeared beside me. "What're you up to brother?"

"Y'know, a nice, gentle stroll."

"Obviously you're gonna go to the drug store. You're just that predictable."

"If you would give me ONE FUCKING CHANCE and let me live my life, I'd appreciate it."

"Okay then. Bye." Ben disappeared to God knows where. Probably off to the beach if you ask him. Sometimes I feel sorry for him, but most of the time I want him to just, like, GO. Half the time I'm not looking around for drugs, so he should accept that.

I decide to stop at a decent coffee shop. Yes, a coffee shop. Very unpredictable of me, but sometimes when Ben isn't around I like to prove him wrong. Or maybe when he is around just to piss him off. I gaze over the menu, my mind swirling. What was it Five always ordered here? Black Coffee? I guess I'll try it.

After I order, I wait patiently at my seat. I see a man, about maybe 6' 3" in the booth across from me. He has beautiful, curly brown hair and a nice, broad jawline. I stare at his structure, how he is mostly muscle, how he sat by himself, and how he ordered a caramel macchiato. So he likes caramel. Sweet. And he's just so- "Klaus! Order for Klaus!"

Damn it, my thoughts were interrupted. As always. I walk up to the counter, grabbing my black-as-night coffee. I take a sip and spit it out, revolted by the horrid taste and stench of it. "Who likes this stuff! It tastes horrible!" I say to no one but myself. Black Coffee is definitely not my thing, but I chug it down anyway. If I have to live life to the fullest, I have to accept even the worst of it. But, wait, where did that guy go? The one that's really- "Klaus! Order for Klaus!"

I ordered a second drink? Wait, when? I go to the counter and see a vanilla latte and laugh. Of course it was Ben. Of all people in this world. Who else would use my name for a bit of coffee? "Hey Klaus, I'm back. Glad you missed me."

"Truthfully, I wish I had missed you, but I hadn't. Oopsies. Anyhow, take the stupid coffee. I don't even know how you can drink in the afterlife." I exclaimed, kind of annoyed at my thoughts being interrupted every two seconds.

"Oh you can do EVERYTHING in the afterlife." Ben grabs the coffee, then disappears once again. Nuisance. That's what he is. A nuisance. Now where was that guy? I had to find him. So let's begin by searching the streets.