skinnedstar

[skinnedstar]

Dog

A/N: || This is my first time actually writing anything, deprived myself of sleep. I showed my friend, and he told me to post it... so here I am! I'm nervous so bear with me. I would love any feedback. Feedback heavily on how to tag as well if you could. ||

WC: 828

|| Tags: BO6 Adler, Bell is a ghost, One shot?, its short, Adler smoking ofc, light angst? Uses of dog as symbolism for Bell (I got inspired from other works using the same), Bells gender not mentioned (I think) so its up to you!, Bell is a wreck, emotionally going back and foward. idk tbh ||

January 1991. It was 12:38 am in the safehouse. 

The fireplace was running in Adler's room. Me. Bell. I sat in a chair across from his bed. Nothing but a ghost now, I’m tied to this man like a dog on a leash. The one who killed me. Even after all this time. I continue to watch over him. It’s like a job. Somewhere out and about in a beautiful place like the beach, is where I could be. Yet I’m not. Why? I question myself, still. You know why.. don’t play dumb. 

I watch him toss and turn. White t-shirt that may hug him tight too much, and simple sweatpants. I can’t seem to help and stare at the man. “Pathetic.” I tell myself. 

Adler tosses and turns in bed. “Fuck..” he says. Without having to say anything I know it’s that dream. I felt sorry. That dream that seems to never end, even after so long. He gets up slowly from his sleep he never even got, head turning looking at the window, analyzing the room. I sometimes think he somehow knows I still watch over him. Surely he does? I sigh. 

He grabs his black jacket. Pausing for a moment. Putting on shoes before opening the bedroom door and silently walking downstairs, so as to not disturb the others. I follow right behind him, curious as to what he's up to. 

Like a dog. 

Walking towards the double doors that lead to the balcony, looking out to the beautiful sea, full moon hitting it perfectly. He sighs. Taking out a cigarette and lighting it. It was such a cold night.. How is he not bothered? I asked myself. I paused. Realizing I am kind of at fault for his restless nights when he gets that dream. “I’m sorry..” I say. It wouldn’t matter I thought. 

A long pause. He huffs and exhales. He continues to stare out.. “For what?” he says. I paused for a moment. Tears threatened to leave my eyes. I contained myself. How is he hearing me? How..? 

“I know I’m what causes that dream you have. Don’t lie to me..” I spoke again. My voice was shaking. Body jittery. How? “You are Bell. Don’t forget I caused it though. I don’t hate you for it.. I would never, I have absolutely no reason to when It was I.. who did it.” His voice was so low. “They were ordered. I’ll never forgive myself.”

“You did what you had to do.. Adler.” He smirked. He missed his name being said by you. “After so long.. It took me to realize that you had to do what you did. So much anger in me, yet I forgive you even if it doesn’t matter since I know.. I know it’ll take long before you can settle down on the incident.” He sighed. Resting his arms on the thick railing. Another pause. My body was still so frozen, I was still so confused. I walked from behind him. Joining him on the right, arms resting the same as his. 

“Despite being so angry, I do agree. I do agree on the fact that I was basically a loose screw.” I said. “I only wish for you to forgive yourself one day, Adler.” I turned my head towards him. Looking at him with soft eyes. He didn’t bother to look at me. That kind of made me mad. “I understand.” He said. Clearing the long pause. “I wish it wasn’t like this.” He sighed. I swear it looked like he was about to break. “What's done is done. Don’t worry so much.. please. I beg of you.” Good dog. I sighed. I’m so dumb. All I wish is to hug him. It’s impossible. I could feel a huge knot in my throat. “No matter what I will continue to watch over you. I hope you know that Adler" I said.

He smirked. “Of course.” He inhaled the last of it. Leaving the bud right behind as he walked back inside. He felt slightly insane talking to air. He knew it was Bell. Still. A bit silly no? He chuckled to himself a bit. 

Wonder what he’s thinking. I walked right behind him. Dog. Right back into his room. He wonders if he can finally rest now. It was 1:29 am. I stood in silence. My hands into fist. So tight my knuckles practically turned white. “Why am I so angry yet so sad and forgiving.” I cursed myself under my breath. So many emotions. I hope I can talk to him sometime soon again, It's something I would’ve never expected. I’m glad. The warm room, only lit by the fireplace and a singular soft, dim, warm light at the corner of the room where the chair I sat in was. 

I gave into my desire once more. Resting alongside him. I couldn’t help it. Nothing but a dog. I’ll continue to watch over you..