Dream pov

I awoke from my compilation of memories, feeling as though I had been asleep.

I shut my eyes, breathing heavily, trying to regain my bearings.

I'm in a house, not a shelter.

I'm with George, not my mother.

I'm safe, I'm not going to be hurt.

Opening my eyes, I'm met with pitch darkness, and I immediately scurry backwards towards the headboard.

It was dark, just like it always was in the basement.

Was I in there?

Was everything with George a dream?

Dream?

All of those memories were compiled into a bought of dreams from which I couldnt escape, and it scared me.

It scared me because I couldnt escape. The dreamscape was something that could keep me trapped for as long as it wanted, and I wasn't sure if I wanted to ever give it the chance.

I was sure of my surroundings now, but that brought me no more comfort.

I looked around my room, my eyes now adjusted to the light, peering at the bare walls covered in the dark blue hues that shone through the curtain.

Everything seemed so empty, so fake. It felt as though it could all vanish, could rip into thousands of shreds and be shed upon my already unstable head in celebration for my life coming to an end.

Everything felt like a reminder of death; the pure moonlight shining in my eyes seemed like the bliss of heaven reaching down to finally bring me to a better place.

The headboard felt like a crucifix, where my body lay limp, on display for everyone to see my insecurities and issues as they ignored my existence, going about their day and failing to acknowledge my ever approaching end.

My pillow felt as though it was suffocating me, my blanket as though it wrapped itself into a noose to choke me on my own failures.

The mattress bellow me felt like my coffin, my room the church I was preserved in, stuck in the final position I would ever be in for those who knew me to scrutinize my life.

This house was my mausoleum.

George was simply the journalist of my life, preparing himself to give the speech while he stared at my casket, where my forever expressionless face would stare up at the sky, my souls looking down at him from in front of my corpse's dead gaze.

I couldnt take it anymore.

I hop out of bed, walking down the hall with heavy footsteps, doing my best not to bump into walls as they began to close in on me.

I pick up the pace of my walking, desperate to get to the living room before the walls suffocated me.

By the time I reached my destination and was leaning on the couch, my breaths were coming in gasps, my mind slowly losing its grasp of control as the morning sun began to peek through the windows, yet another witness for my spasm.

As golden light pooled into my eyes, blinding me, the tormenting whispers slid into my ear easily.

Kill yourself.

Cut yourself.

Dont eat.

You'll never escape.

I'll follow you forever.

You never got away.

You'll always be running in vain.

Tears flooded down my face, going ignored by me as I broke down in the couch, memories swimming around my vision as I attempt to consume air.

Why are you trying to breathe? It'll be in vain. You'll die eventually. Why not make that time come a little sooner.

I couldnt see. What was real? My heartbeat was pounding in my ears, conducting the hisses into a song that I couldnt get out of my head.

Just die. It would all end. But would it? You'd be here with me then.

I was misereable. I attempted to bury my face into my arms that were littered with scrapes of my own creation, trying to escape everything.

The only escape will come in dea-

"Dream?" a worried voice sounded behind me, calling out the name that held more meaning than he knew he spoke.

It called me to reality.

I can barely turn around, meeting his dark eyes, brightening in the sunlight I'd waited so long to see.

Rushing to me, I'm surprised that I don't flinch away.

He breaks through my arms that were previously locked together as protection for my head against the abuse I'd experienced.

His head rests in the crook of my shoulder, breathing slow, calming breaths onto my skin.

His arms wrap around my neck, holding me close, pulling me out of the waters that were fighting to drown me, and onto the raft we could both escape the world on.

He begins speaking words to me quietly, prompting me to lean my ear towards him, laying my head on his.

I was soothed by his presence.

This is the feeling I'd escaped to have.

I had run away from the only place I'd known to be met with a hug I couldnt know for sure was at the end of the tunnel.

I'd agreed to come here because when George had saved me from an end I may wish upon myself often, all the colors seemed to burn brighter, outlining the dark brown of his hair, his eyes seeming lighter, and his smile being outlined by the pink of his lips that I'd gotten so close to kissing.

I felt what I had wanted for years for this boy, and I could only hope like I had all those years ago that it was reciprocated.

But I didnt fear the fact that it wouldn't be.

George reassured me too often for me to fear anything about him.

He saved me too many times for me to wish ill of him at any time.

He offered his smile too many times for me to not love it.

And as I lay in his arms, my own wrapped around the small of his back, my breaths finally slow, my mind finally in control.

The ghost of my past finally quiet.

And I knew in that moment that I loved George.

Alright, declaration of love.

It may seem really soon for this, but Dream is a really accepting person, seeing as he had to just stand for everything that happened to him when he was younger.

So...

Yeah, new characters are going to be coming soon. I'm excited for that as I already have the entire book thought out now, but feel free to comment any ideas that you'd like added and I'll do my best.

Updates may be a little slower the rest of this week, sorry, but they should be a bit quicker next week.

I'll be posting in this book as often as I can, Eccadentesaist being a kind of backseat book.

I'll also be posting on my dsmp animation book definitively on June 30th to pay my respects to Technoblade.

I'm really proud of this chapter.

I feel like I'm getting better at angst and panic attacks and generally just those kinds of emotions and I'm not sure if that's a good thing for my readers or not...

Probably should do a nice amount of fluff chapters...

Anyway, that's the last chapter for today, I hope you enjoy and make sure to get sleep and eat food and drink Sprite (bc water is trash and I'm cool enough to let you guys not have it 😎)

Post again tomorrow, but you guys know that I'm always on and off of Wattpad so you can come to me for whatever and whenever. I'll respond really quickly. I care about you guys.

Much love 🫶

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