Dreams of Us (Klaus X Dave)

Wishful Thinking

~Journal~

"Everything is all fun and games when you're young. There's no hate, no emotions, nothing attached to the people that you love most. Play is, well, play, and the people you want to impress are simply just impressed at how bright and happy you are. When you're young, emotions never seem to tug at your heart or cause you to behave in a different manner, emotions just push you on and give you an optimistic look on life no matter what. When you're young, you're practically invincible.

Most people say the fears you had when you were young, such as a monster hiding under your bed or the fear of the dark, go away when you grow older. This is false, but also true. Some people still experience those very same fears because it is genuine and scary and we never want to deal with it. Most of us start to fear the real stuff. We all fear abuse, loneliness, bullies, abusers, losing loved ones, death, and so on. It's a natural fear as you grow.

So do me one favour, as you grow up, do not forget your past and call it "stupid", remember it. Smile upon it. Be happy about who you used to be and try to keep that part of yourself with you.

-Ben"

After Dave left, I had snuck into Ben's room, curious about how life had been for him. I never knew he was deep about anything, let alone enough of a good writer to get tears flowing from my eyes. I did miss little old me. Even though little old me feared torture and the ghosts, he had much less to fear than who I am now.

I scrolled a little more through his journal, not finding much more to read. He didn't use his journal much nowadays. I assume it's because he's been feeling a lot better about things.

I strolled out of the house to find Ben grasping at his stomach, curled in a ball. I quickened my pace to get next to his side, to try and help my ghost sidekick.

"Ben! Ben! What happened?" I asked, a bit of fear in my voice. Ben whimpered a bit but managed to get his voice still after a bit.

"Y'know, a ghost actually can, in a sense, die. When we're in severe pain and feel sadness, parts of us start to get eaten away. We start to lose every little part of ourselves when we get upset. My voice isn't the steadiest now and, to be honest, I'm a little scared, because this is how one of my old pals described a second death. First your stomach aches and hurts, then your voice wobbles and you can't control- control it. Klaus, I don't wanna die," Ben let out, fear grasping every word as he held on to me. I began to cry and hug Ben back, hoping that things would get better.

And then I woke up.

And yes, this wild dream was quite a ride, but within a few seconds, it was forgotten, for your brain does silly things like that. But I did wish for Dave and I to still be able to meet when he was a ghost almost every night, so I could have dreams of us.