-1Vamp -- Chapter Eight
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"Mom…?" I asked with a quiet, fearful voice. Al was standing behind me. I fell to the floor next to her. Blood was seeping out of the corner of her mouth… It was a horrible sight… Al…
"Mother…?" he asked himself, quickly falling to the ground beside me. "Mom!" he screamed, or at least I think he tried. It only came out as a harsh whisper.
I looked over at Al. "Al… Go get Pinako!" I demanded, staying next to my mother.
He ran, and I placed my hand against her skin. She was cold… Too cold. "Oh god…" was all I could murmur out as Pinako, Winry, and Al came rushing in. I could've sworn it had only been a few seconds, but my sense of time must have been off, because before I know it, I'm standing beside a grave. I read the tombstone over and over…
However, no tears came…I couldn't cry for my own mother… God, am I messed up? Al cried, but soon stopped as the people drained away from the grave.
"Ed… Why wasn't Dad here?" He asked gently.
"Because he hates us, Al…" was my saddened response. Part of me really wanted him there; the other part wished he would burn in hell.
"But--! But… we tried… right…?" he started aloud, and then his voice went soft very quick.
"Yeah… I guess we tried." I mumbled…
"I haven't really thought about cutting my hair since then. I guess I just never felt like it. Almost like counting years since then…"
"Ed… I'm sorry…" he murmured, sadness impacting his voice.
"No, that's alright. It has to have been seven or so years ago. I'm pretty much over it." I laughed a little.
"Have you been back there since then?" he asked, his coal eyes looking over me.
"No… Well, once. But that was five years ago. We haven't been back since." I smiled at him a little, but it faded as I looked into his serious eyes.
"Why not Ed? You should go…" he said. I could've sworn I heard sadness in his voice…
"I don't know… I guess it would be irresponsible to say that I just didn't have the time…" I looked away, but I still felt his eyes burning on me.
"Next weekend Ed… We'll go see your mom." I looked back up at him, and he was smiling.
I just sat with my eyes widened. I watched him smile brilliantly, and I found myself not being able to refuse. Like I said before, I'm in deep. I smiled as well. "Alright… We'll go next weekend." I mumbled, looking back down.
I felt his arms embrace me, a strong grasp. I closed my eyes and just listened to his breathing, feeling his warmth. I didn't want to leave that spot, I never wanted to leave his arms…
Then came the gentle rapping at the door. I heard Roy sigh, and he let me go, a sudden rush of cold coming over my body. I listened to the door opening, and a familiar voice saying a cheery hello.
"Oh, Hey Al. You want Ed back?" Roy asked happily.
"Oh no. I was just coming to see if you'd like to come over to dinner tonight Roy?" I looked over the couch at Al. I couldn't help but smile too, seeing his happy aura float all around him. It was actually somewhat cute in a way.
"Oh. Sure. Ed and I have something to discuss with you anyways."
"Hnn?" he looked confused for a second, and then smiled again. "Oh, alright. Come at six, I should have everything done."
"Do you want us to help?" I stood, looking over at him.
"No, no. That's alright." he smiled, and left.
I watched as Roy turned to me. "Well," he said, a smile on his face. "Better get ready!" he turned, and walked into his room.
I sat back down on the couch, thinking what I had told him over again. Mom… I looked up at the ceiling. It felt so vast, so lonely… Maybe it wanted to be with the floor, but the walls kept them from being together. Hnn… Why was life always like that? The ones loved taken away from you; separated from you. My eyes widened, and I looked down to the floor. Would Roy and I end up like the floor and the ceiling?
Could Roy or I die, and we'd be separated, one of us left alone, to face the world without the other? I don't know if I could deal with that…! If Roy died… If I had to live without him… What would I do? Would I… kill myself? I-I… Dear lord… I… I don't know…
"Ed?" I jolted out of my thoughts. I felt wetness on my cheeks… Did I…? "Ed…? Why are you crying?!" he asked quickly, rushing over to me, dropping clothes on the floor.
I wiped away the tears. "No, no. I'm fine. Sorry Roy…"
He looked at me worried. "Why were you crying Ed? That's not like you…" he sat next to me, and I looked into his eyes. I thought those thoughts again… I can imagine him lying there, dead… Blood dripping out his mouth like my mother… Roy…
I'm clinging tightly to his shirt. The tears are coming back, and I don't understand… Why am I having such morbid thoughts?! Why do I imagine him dying? Do I really love him?! I'm horrible… I'm such a horrible person!
"Ed…" he hugged me lightly. "Shh… What're you crying about…?"
"Don't…" I found myself talking without my minds consent. "Don't ever leave me Roy… Don't leave me…! Roy… D-don't…"
He hugged me tighter, and I clung to him even more. "I won't leave you Ed… Shh… I'll never leave…"
Despite his words, I still kept a grip on his shirt, never wanting him to leave… Never… However, all things come to an end. Roy let me go, and I wiped away any stray tears. I felt embarrassed that I had just broken down like that in front of him; started crying with no apparent reason… Ugh…
"Come on," he said softly, holding his hand out to me. "Let's go. Al will be worried if we don't show up."
I took his hand, and we walked to my house. I paid no attention to the people who stared, made disgusting faces, or gestures to their kids to 'stay away from the sinners'. It sucked that many of the people in this town were religious, but right now… I could care less. I love Roy with all my heart and soul, and I'll never let him go.
Even if this is a dream, I don't want to wake up. I don't care if in this dream, my mother has died or my father left Al and me. I don't care about all the bad things in this dream. I have Al… And I have Roy… And that's all that matters… I love them… Both, so much.
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A/N: AUGH! I gotta get to school. But I finally finished it, gotta go, byes!!!!!!!! and I thought I never would, HAHA!!! Oh, crap, leaving nooooow!!!!!!!