I was terrified. Al was injured really badly. My mind was shouting at me to move, but my body was silent, and wouldn't do what it was it commanded to do. Fear was a murder, and I was the victim.
Envy was swift. He managed to attack me blindly and cut my left arm. He came back from behind me, holding a knife to my throat. He leaned in to my ear.
"You will never be strong enough. You will never be good enough. You were never conceived in love. You will not rise above." He spoke in my mother's voice. I started trembling with fear. He turned my head, and I looked into sad, blue eyes. "Why did you let me die Ed? You could have saved me that day." Envy cried in her voice.
"You...You're not my mother..." my voice trembled. I felt the sharp pain of a blade at my heart. I started to cry when I fell to the forest floor. "Al..." I managed to say.
"Brother...Are you ok...?" he mumbled over pain.
"I'm sorry Al. Tell everyone we know, that I'm sorry..." I spoke with my last breath.
"Ed...ED!" he shouted.
The one I lost when I was 10 was waiting for me, my mother. I ran to her with glee.
"Ed, wake up. Wake up." she told me before her voice faded and became Al's.
"Ed. Wake up." he whispered and shook me.
"Huh?" I groaned.
"Come on. Winry's waiting for us." he said before running out of the house.
So, it was a dream...