Dreams of Us (Klaus X Dave)

Memories

Oh how much I wish at least one of my siblings had stayed with me. I was especially close to Diego, since he left last. He didn't have anywhere to go either, until he met Eudora. After that, he moved out to go live with her. After they were a couple for, say, like 2 years, two robbers broke into their house while Diego was out doing whatever he does. They spotted Eudora while they were stealing and shot her 3 times; once in the head and twice in the chest.

When Diego came home, I imagine that he cried. He probably cried until his chest hurt, until he felt he couldn't breathe.

After that, he moved to a gym. He felt he wouldn't be welcome back at the Umbrella Academy since he'd left. He felt he wouldn't be able to just come back and live with us again, so he stayed at the gym, and that's where he currently is.

I miss him. We used to sit in his room and talk for hours about what it was like out there, how many new people we could meet, the new places we could go, and so on. We would also talk about deep stuff as well like how I was trapped in the mausoleum for God knows how long and had to listen to the ghosts tell me I was worthless, how Diego hated that Dad wouldn't let us see the world. How he hated his voice, how he would stutter from time to time when he was stressed or frightened. How he would wake up sweating after a nightmare and just cry all night, wanting mom to come when she never would because she was charging. He just wanted to be happy, but no. He still isn't.

I let Dave into the house, breathing in the musty air. I'd never brought someone else who wasn't myself or a ghost back to the academy, so it felt fresh but also terrifying.

"Do you want some tea?" I asked, feeling a bit awkward where I stood.

"I could go for some tea," Dave said, looking around the Academy. "This place is seriously huge. How long have you lived here?"

"My whole life."

"Does your father own this place?"

"Yeah, he does. I'm gonna go get that tea," I said, not wanting to be questioned by Dave about father. That would be painful to admit. I went downstairs to the basement and filled two cups with boiling water, grabbing a tea bag for each and placing them in the cups. I then went back upstairs, but when I did, Dave was no longer in sight. Maybe he was taking a house tour? "Dave!" No answer. "DAVE!" Still no answer. "DAAAAAAVE!" No answer. I searched around the house rapidly, but couldn't find him. He was no where to be seen. I double checked every room, but he still was no where. Was there a secret room I didn't know about? Was there somewhere I hadn't checked? I doubted it, but I searched anyway. No where. He wasn't anywhere.

While I was walking to my room, I suddenly felt light headed. The closest room was Diego's, so I walked into his room and fell to my knees. Tears began to stream down my face. For once, he was right there, in my grasp. For once I had someone I loved with me, and he left. They all did. Everyone left me for something else. They didn't care about me. They never would. They never would.

"Hey bro, I know now probably isn't the time, but are you okay? You should probably lay down or something, you look a little pale."

"Geez Ben, you're right. Right now isn't the right. Fucking. Time." I felt my vision begin to slip, my head go numb. A couple years back, Ben and I had figured out we can interact. He could distract me and poke me while I concentrated, which is always 'fun'. I could poke him when he didn't want me to to get payback. In this very moment, this ability was helpful.

Ben picked me up and placed me on Diego's bed, knowing I couldn't get up. All reality slipped from my hands, and memories took over. Memories of us. Memories of all of us, happily living in this same house. Hanging out in his same room, playing Uno. Memories of practice, how Vanya would blow the whistle (because she wasn't special) and we would run up the stairs as practice. We would practice running faster, being stronger, having more and more and more. We practiced everything dad wanted us to, and it was never enough. We needed to be perfect. We needed to perfect our abilities. Though I was locked up in the mausoleum for half that time and high for the other half, I still trained with the others. I missed them. I missed all of them being here. I wanted them here now, but they weren't. If some guy I thought was cute on the street ditched me without even knowing my problems, than I didn't blame them for ditching me. I didn't.

I was still crying, now curled up in a ball. Everything hurt. I just wanted someone actually here besides Ben, but no. Even though Ben was a help, it just wasn't the same. Ben did sit beside me and he did make sure I was okay-ish, but it just wasn't the same as an actual person being there. Someone who's actually alive. I felt everything begin to slip, every part of my being begin to slip...