Make The Best Out Of It, A Dabihawks Story

10; Hell

~9 years ago~

My bare feet quietly padded on the floor, my wings dragged behind me, still to big for me. There was someone rummaging through the kitchen. I silently hoped it was mom, she wouldn't get angry if i was out of bed at this time, and even if she did get angry she wouldn't do anything to me.  I turned the corner to the kitchen and i was met with the back of my father, his wings bigger than mine but nearly the exact same. The colour of his wings were a shade darker, like blood. I frowned as I noticed actual blood, I thought it was coming from his side, the dark liquid was smeared across his white shirt. I looked down to the floor, and I only now noticed the trail of blood on the floor. I looked back up just in time to see my dad's head turn, blood on his face and red glowing eyes. He turned his body further around and i noticed the dagger in his hand, covered in blood too, he took a step toward me and--

I sat up in my bed with a gasp feathers flew up with me ready to defend me. I was sweating and out of breath, like I'd run a marathon. I was more than glad to notice i was still in my familiar dorm room. I hadn't really had any nightmares since the first year i started this school and i had hoped it would have stayed that way, but of course not. I scoffed, it's kinda pathetic that 15 year old me is still scared of something from my youth, something that isn't even there anymore. I touched my hand against my face, to wipe the sweat off and to, metaphorically, wipe the dream away. It's all in my head, i told myself. My hand was shaking. Every time i closed my eyes i still saw him. I realised not only my hand was shaking but my entire body was trembling with fear.

"Bad dream huh?" A voice next to me spoke up. 
I snapped my head towards my dormmate and stared at him. Toya was still lying on his back, he had only turned his head to me. 

"Wanna talk about it?" he asked.
I slowly lowered my shaking hand away from my face, "No. I'm fine," I took a deep breath to steady my face "Sorry i didn't mean to wake you up."

He sighed and turned his head to the ceiling, "Don't worry about it."
It seemed like he went back to sleep, i looked at my hands and glanced at Toya again. I was debating whether i should go back to sleep, could i though? I was scared that I'd have a nightmare again.

"Toya," I said carefully and before i could chicken out i continued, "I really don't wanna bother you, but would it be okay if i slee--"
"Yeah sure you can sleep here, just don't drool on my pillow okay?" Toya interrupted me before i could finish. I smiled a little at him and got up taking to steps before crawling underneath the covers of his bed. He turned his back to me and i did the same. Our backs brushed against each other slightly, which comforted me.
"Goodnight," I whispered. "Night."

"Don't you ever think about running away?" Toya asked as we sat on the rooftop of our dorm building the moon was full and the stars shone brightly. Toya loved to sit on the roof, he liked the wind in his hair and the ground far away from him, he had told me he was jealous of me because i knew how to fly.

 "All the time when i was young, sometimes still but not much anymore, you?" I threw a stray twig that was on the roof, down, looking at it as it twirled to the ground below until it disappeared in the darkness. 

"All the time." he confessed.

 "Why don't we just run away together then?" i suggested, it was nice to think about it even though we weren't really gonna do it. Where could two minors possibly go?
Toya smiled and nodded, "Good idea."

~present~

"I was wondering this since, i flew with you to my apartment the other day. " 'the other day' already felt like ages ago while it was just a few months, "Since when are you scared of heights? As teenagers you always wanted to get on top of the roof. "