Banshee (Klaus Hargreeves Fanfic)

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13 years since I left from home. From that moment I lived on my own. And let me tell you...it's pretty lonely. But it's probably for the best. People who don't know me and my family never understood. If I told someone that I hear voices whispering to me who is going to die, I would probably be locked up in a madhouse. It's been a while since I heard somebody in my head and I really enjoy the silence. The only thing I miss from my childhood are my siblings. Well, at least some of them.

Klaus and Diego were always my favorite. When we were little, Diego had problem with talking. Mom always helped him and when she wasn't near, it was me who tried to help him. He always looked out for me.
I had the biggest connection with Klaus. He was the only one who really understood me. And I was the only one who really understood him. One who hears voices inside of his head and one who talks to spirits. Perfect duo. We were inseparable from young age. When we were 16 years old we became really close. We were each others first everything but we never became official. No one knew about it. I think. And it didn't last long. Yes, yes, I know...we are supposed to be siblings. But with Klaus it never felt like it. We all are adopted so...well, nevermind.. We weren't the only ones. Where Allison went, Luther ran like a lost puppy. And vice versa.
The truth is I loved Klaus. I still do. I don't really know if he felt the same way because I never told him about my feelings. It broke my heart when I left. When I left him. But I had to. That guilt after what happened was too much. Each of us kind of went our own way after Ben.

I sighed. I got up from my bathtub and put on some shorts and t-shirt. I went to my bedroom and jumped straight to my bed. It's been really long day. I should probably look for new job tomorrow. I got fired from the gallery today just because I punched some disgusting asshole. Apparently it's okay to harass and grope women when they say they are not interested. Fucking asshole.
I feel my eyes getting heavy. I close my eyes and immediately fall into sleep. I never had peaceful dreams. But this one feels really different. I hear a whisper. Louder every moment. I don't understand a word even if it doesn't sound like a whisper anymore. It's so fucking loud and I still don't understand. I haven't felt this way in years. Shit. I woke up and screamed. Glass on the table broke. And then...silence. Just one weak whisper with a name. I gasped.

,,Dad."