Your name is Dave Strider. It has been for at least twenty-six years now.
None of you ever intended on actually letting it go this far, not you, not Jade, not even Rose.
You decide it's time and bring out your phone. It's almost hard, to dial a number you haven't dialed in so long.
When you bring the your phone up to your ear, after about five rings a feminine voice answers. "What is it Dave? Are you aware of what time it is in Europe?"
Rose Lalonde, your genetic sister. Studying abroad in Europe, and even if she seems annoyed that you'd call her so late, she knows you're going through some tough stuff right now.
"I picked him up.." You murmur, looking out your apartment window.
It's raining.
You know you now have Roses full attention, because you hear something clatter over on her side and you assume it's a pen. "How is he?" She asks, her voice octaves higher and it sounds choked.
Swallowing seemed to be the hardest task ever for you at that moment, but you do and you sigh. "He's fine.. but, when I went to go pick him up, he didn't.. he didn't remember me, Rose." Goddamnit. Only John was the only one to make you show true fear in your voice.
Rose is silent for a majority of seconds before letting out a sigh. "They broke him, Rose." You add.
She is still silent, before letting out a breath of air. "Maybe you should sleep, Dave. Today must have been hard on you." She says.
Oh you want to sleep, but you and John used to share a bed before his initial hospitalization. So of course, you set him in your used to be shared bed and let him sleep there, still of course, heavily sedated.
You want to sleep, but you can't sleep knowing John is back but he's not Johnanymore.
"Dave please. Sleep for him at least." You hear her say, before you yawn.
Nodding to yourself, "Okay fine. I'll go to sleep. But if Egbert wakes up screaming, I'm blaming it on you." You threaten her, it's an empty threat and she knows that. She laughs softly and whispers good night to you before you set your phone down and look over at the bedroom door.
Maybe you could go kiss him on the cheek, the forehead, the lips,while he's asleep. It would put your mind at ease and you could at least sleep more comfortably on the couch.
Spinning around in your computer chair, you turn your monitor off quickly and make your way to the door. When you walk in, you can see him perfectly.
Even in the dark, poorly lit room, you can still make out his bruised and scarred wrists. Make out how his black hair contrasted against his pale skin. You could almost weep at how peaceful he looks asleep, but you don't want to wake him up. That's the last thing you want to do.
So you just settle for carefully tiptoeing over to John and get on your knees next to him. His glasses are set on the bedside, next to your lamp. "John.. I will never let them take you away from us, from me, ever again. I promise.." you murmur, leaning forward to place a kiss on his cheek.
When you pull back, you're greeted with pale blue eyes that haunt your every waking moment.