Normal POV
I change and climb into bed.
I can tell he was nervous about something.
He sits beside me and grabs his head with a long sigh.
"Ok." He states to himself.
I sit up and place my hand on his shoulder.
He jumps a bit.
"What's wrong?" I ask.
He turns towards me with a small smile.
"Let's make a promise."
He says.
"Promises are easily shattered."
"Such strong vocabulary," he says with a warmer smile.
"Now, can you promise me that no matter what happens, you'll always trust, love, and hold me?" Tord asks.
He really doesn't believe me huh.
I take his hands and stare at his arm that'll soon be robotic.
"Is this about the three months?"
His grip tightens.
"More than that. I'm a leader of a rebellious army who ripped the life away from you. I order for thousands to be killed in war. Hell i'm about to destroy the world with a giant robot!"
"Why...try if you know you'll fail?"
His eyes furrow a bit.
"I-I'm sorry! I meant! Uh... you know the future and the outcome! Maybe there's a different way?"
"I know there's a different way...but I can't just return like 'hey! So I've created a giant robot in a secret room under our house and kind of need it! Let's have some tea and talk about life!'"
He says gesturing his hands a lot more than usual.
"Or...we can go with the plan that involves me leaving with the three as you get it and leave as if nothing ever happened?"
Oh!
Oh ok he's crying now!
Uh!
What do I do?!
I run my fingers through his hair before pulling him down to lay on me.
He told me once that hearing my heartbeat was the only thing to calm him down.
How sweet and special...
"Tord...the future is a fearful place, yes of course worries come from it but you have to understand the present as well. Think of it as a scale with the future waging the same as the past, you try to focus on the two so much that you don't realize the scale itself is the present."
His arms wrap around my waist from underneath.
"Breathe...you're safe in my arms right now, nothing can harm you, not the future, not the past. Now listen."
Everything goes silent.
"Do you hear that...? It's a beautiful sound isn't it?"
His breathing starts to steady as I continued to run my fingers through this devil shaped hair.
"C-C-Can *sniff* you sing for m-me?" She chokes up.
I start rubbing his back as I hold my breath.
No...........but I can't tell him that.
"Which song?"
"The one you always sang..."
"...alright..."
There was a long pause.
"You are my Sunshine...my only sunshine...you make me happy...when skies are grey...you'll never know dear...how much I love you... please don't take..my sunshine............away."
I stopped for a while.
Oops. Why'd I choose an emotional song that makes me cry each time I sing it?
We soon fell asleep there.
And what's a story without a nightmare?
Every night...
With the same topic...
I sat up in a cold room that felt like metal.
And as if my brain was choosing my dream tonight it switched to the cliff, than the beach, then the army base, then a battle field, then...home.
All the lights were turned off.
"G-Guys!" I shout out.
I fully entered my dream mode and now I can't tell the difference between reality and this.
"We're upstairs!" Edd shouts.
I smile.
They're all alive...that's good.
I turned the lights on and began walking up.
All the lights turned off.
This is creepy!
I feel like someone is staring at my back!
I continue slowly creeping up.
"Edd...?" I question.
Toms door was open so I pushed it open.
"Tom?"
Tom was playing his base with bloody wrists.
"Tom! Are you ok?!" I shout while grabbing some tissue from his desk and rushing over to him.
He just kept plucking the same string over and over again.
No melody, no life.
I'm writing this in the dark at night and I'm getting scared.
I reached up and wiped some tears away.
"Hey...I know it's been log but I'm proud of you for lasting this long." I sigh out.
He stops plucking and slowly brings his head down.
Everything stopped.
"I'm free to go?" He asks.
"What? N-No? Not in the state you're in."
"I'm free to go?" He repeats.
"Go where?"
"I'm free to-
Something pounced on me from behind with a sharp pain forcing through my back.
I reached for anything that could be a potential weapon.
"Argh!" I shout as the blade twists.
As if a quick death is what I would've received i see my father standing in front of me.
"You did good gumdrop... you're safe now."
"What do you mean?" I grunt out.
"Come...let's be a whole family again."
"A...family..........."
I squeeze my eyes shut in attempt to wake up.
"Tord!" I shout at the top of my lungs.
"Tord help!" I shout some more.
"Tor-"
"What you'd rather that filth than me?" My father asks.
"He's not a filth!"
"He forced me to make you a monster! Inhuman!"
"You..think of me as a monster....?"
My father stares down at me without emotion.
"You are now old enough to know how I really think about you. Now get up!"
"No!" I shout.
"Im the parent your the kid! Get up!"
"No! I don't want to die! This is all a stupid dream!"
My mother smacks my fathers face then rushes over to me.
"Darling..."
"M-Mom...?"
"I'm so sorry..." she whimpers.
"No! It's my fault you died!"
"Don't say that...although I'm going to need you to realize that you were stabbed in your sleep...this isn't a dream...now it's ether you keep calling out for that boy or join us in a safer place."
"I...don't have to die yet!"
She wipes a tear away from my face as I start coughing.
Shit!
I cough up a small bit of blood before sadly looking up at my mother.
"I've been watching you work wonders, at this point your only weakness is age. That? That's nothing for you."
"Y/n.........?" I hear Tord mumble outside of my dream.
"Tord! Just shake me awake or something!"
Another stab hits me causing me to dart my eyes open.
"Oh my fuck! Y/n are you ok?? What's wrong?" Tord asks.
He was sitting ontology of me holding my shoulders down.
I look down at my body to see no such thing as a wound.
"What the hell..T-Tom...?"
Is this a sign??!
Is there a murderer at home?!
"I've got to get to him! I-"
Tord pins me to the bed with a dominant look in his eyes.
"Listen I don't know what your dream was about but it sure involved you screaming my name for help. Was I the first you'd call for...?" Tord asks, staring deep into my eyes.
"Y-Yes..."
He stares down at me some more then looks down at my lips.
"Y/n. I....want you. Bad...."