Dreams of Us (Klaus X Dave)

Finally. At Last.

The ghosts haunted me. No matter where I was; dream, sleep, awake, dead, alive, they were and are always there. They are past, present, and future. They are ever existing in my small, helpless mind. They don't just haunt, they scare. They insult. They make me feel like shit every day of my life. They curse me out more than I curse my ability to see them. They make me feel like shit with their stories about their death and how they wish someone could've helped them.

I feel accountable for helping these people. As much as an asshole as I am, I still feel like I need to help them. I feel like I should've been there to stop everything. To stop their suffering 'cause for once I could stop a problem and not feel like shit. I could feel accepted for once. But no. It never goes that way. I get slaughtered every day by evil and curses; the praise never comes. I feel like I've really messed up life, but I can never hit the rewind button. I can't go back and fix my useless self, it just can't happen. No matter if I'm awake or asleep, I'm always thinking about it. It's always on my mind.

I awoke, gasping for air. I was still in the bath; I guess mom never came to look for me. I had somehow not managed to drown myself in the time I was out. 3 minutes? 45? 2 hours? I had no idea of knowing, but it was still bright outside so hopefully not too long. I somehow prevailed through my thoughts and began to regain conscience, my mind clearing and focusing on what was important.

I leaped out of the bath, realising my skin to be quite shriveled and needing to be dried. I grabbed a towel and dried myself thoroughly, making sure no more water would drip from my skin. I grabbed some clothes that I had picked out before I passed out-- some ripped black jeans and a colourful neon crop top-- and put them on. It felt nice to be dressed and warm, to have my skin smooth and new. Every time I took a bath, I felt the feeling of newness. Of my feelings and ghosts being of the past, not the present nor future. Just in the past. They felt like something never to be mentioned, until-

"Bro, why are you always taking baths? Also, try not to pass out next time, you scared me."

"Oh my goodness Ben, if I scared you that bad you could've YELLED at me I mean I can hear you ALL. THE. TIME."

"Yeah I know, but I hoped you we're strong enough to get out of it without me," Ben said, crossing his arms.

"Yeah so you put my life in jeopardy. Got it. Thank you bro, I really appreciate it," I said as sarcastically as possible, leaving the bathroom. I headed towards my bedroom, feeling defeated by the world, and took out my phone after laying on my bed. Being exhausted, I decided to open up Wattpad and read some fiction. It always helped clear my mind, give me some ease. To worry about a different character's life made my life feel a lot easier sometimes, and I needed that right now.

I eventually found a fic worth noting about some vampires and a girl who's sick or something of the sort. It was interesting, but I stopped reading after the first 2 chapters. I felt completely exhausted and couldn't bear to continue; otherwise, I would fall asleep. I shut off my phone and just stared out the window. How magnificent a view; seeing the sidewalk below and everyone who passed by.

I saw him. Right there. Curly hair and all. I jumped out of my bed, ran towards the door, slammed it, and ran down the stairs at full speed. I was determined to see him this time. To meet him. To have him in my grasp.

I opened the double doors, ran out, and shut the doors behind me. I caught up to him and tapped him on the shoulder. When he turned around I was sure; this was the right guy. His stature was straight and tall as if he were attempting to stretch to the sky. He held his head slightly low so he didn't seem too intimidating to everyone he met. He had beautiful, blue eyes and a very pronounced jawline. This was it. This was- it was- this- it- i- it was actually him. And now I was too nervous to say anything. Shit.

"Hey, weren't you at that coffeeshop this morning?" The man asked, looking at me intensely.

"Y-y-yes I was. I just- I saw you there this morning and I-I-I thought you seemed pretty cool. What's your name?" I asked, almost stuttering yet again.

"Dave. The name's Dave. And you?"

"K-" Damn my nerves. "K-Klaus Hargreeves. I actually live in this house right here. Would you like to come in and- and-uhhmmm talk?" I blew it. Shouldn't stutter.

"Sure, I don't have anything better to do today." I noticed the dog tags around his neck. He must've been in the army. He seemed quite young, possibly a military draft I didn't know about? But beside that matter, we walked up to the double doors. I felt my hands tremple, fear and coyness falling over me. I moved my hands towards the handles of the doors, pulled the doors towards me, and opened them to await the Umbrella Academy, where I had grown up and lived with my 6 other siblings...