Dream pov

I sat in bed, drenched with sweat after revisiting my traumas once again.

I'd been with George about three weeks, and by now awakening to the bedroom drenched in darkness was routine.

Routine.

Something I had longed for but now haunted me much alike the voice that couldnt reach me durring those hours.

Haunt.

I was always being haunted.

Haunted by the mistakes of my past.

My past.

Filled with unspeakable things that my only friend must never know.

Friend.

Someone I loved past platonic.

George.

The name of safety, having the eyes of mystery, keeping things I was never allowed to know behind deep brown pupils.

Eyes.

The lifeless eyes of a ghost I had never seen, a torture that weighed heavier on my mental state than would seem, making it so that the voice was confined to my head, the hissing was my own.

I was breathing too fast.

Fast.

Life had passed so quickly, yet my first 14 years seemed so slow. Life hadnt begun until then, and so it felt as though I was younger than I was, and yet I wanted to end it.

I let out a dry chuckle as my wide eyes stared at the green sheets covering my legs, lost in a stupor of my own creation.

I had run for so long just to jump off the edge.

I had escaped just to be tied down to a life I felt confined to.

I had stayed alive so that I could live a fruitful life just to want to end it.

I was shaking, my hands vibrating against the blonde locks that weren't able to join the rest in flopping beside my eyes.

I didnt want to feel like this; I wanted it to stop,.

It was scary, feeling like this. I didnt want a repeat of my last panic attacks.

I hated being trapped within a chamber of a voice that didn't belong to me.

"G-George.." I whisper, my voice cracking with the small excretion of speech.

He wouldn't be able to hear me.

He wouldn't be able to help me.

He didnt know I was suffering.

I folded in on myself, beginning to sob.

"G-George!" I call, louder, the name shaking upon its exit from my trembling lips.

However, I knew he would be able to hear it.

He would hear me, and he would help me.

I almost laughed with relief as I began to hear heavy, rapid footfalls in the hallway outside my bedroom door before it swung open forcefully.

"Dream?" the brunette's voice calmed me, distracted me from the prospect of the one that followed me into the depths of my insecurities.

"Can you hear me?" George asks. I nod the best I could.

"Alright, well..." he looked frantic, his worried gaze flitting all around. "I kinda suck at comforting people, but I'll do my best... um, do you want a hug?"

I continue to sob as he looks at me, a panicked expression shining on his face, before nodding slowly.

Not a second later, I'm pulled into his warm embrace, being lifted from my wetted pillow and into his warm embrace, arms slipping around my waist and and a face pressing into my shoulder.

Subconsciously pulling him closer, I nuzzle my face into the fluffy brunette hair at my nose, squeezing my eyes shut and the last of the tears out. My arms automatically clamp around the small of his back, my sobs dying down.

"T-thank you..." is all I can mutter before I am shushed by George, hearing his British accent curl around words that brought comfort to the seemingly depressive surroundings.

"Dream, you're my friend, ya know that? The first friend I've had in years. You mean a lot to me. Probably more than even you know. Probably more than I'm even willing to admit to myself at times." George whispers after a while of silence, squeezing me tighter, his voice thick with emotion.

"You mean so much to me, too, Georgie. So, so much. I cant loose you... I cant; I dont know what I'd do..."

"Just live in the moment with me... I'll go someday, but I want the moments we remember when we're in heaven not to be tainted with thoughts of death."

I took in his words, making a silent vow that I'd spend the rest of my time with him on the earth heeding his words, however fleeting that time might be.

Alright, guys.

I got you another chapter.

I hope you guys enjoyed and all that shit.

Have a good day, night, evening, morning, afternoon, midmorning, noon, midnight, dusk, dawn, and I think that's it.

781 words

Why are you still here, that's it....

Seriously, leave now... I'm not writing more for you...

I call this peer pressure, but here ya go, you greedy bitches...

We sat together for the majority of the morning, talking calmly, sharing stories and condolences, lies and half-truths aiding us in our dance around the truths of the pasts we'd experienced.

Too soon, the brunette beside me stands up, stretching and yawning exaggeratedly.

"Come on, I'm hungry, and we have to do something." he says, his words working magic in keeping the voice away. I wished I could hear it forever.

He reaches his hand out towards me, inviting me in his fun.

In his happiness.

To share something that I had sought out when I left the bunker I was raised in.

Something I'd forgotten I had ever believed in.

The small gesture should have been easy to accept, but it carried so much weight.

It should have been a thoughtless action, but the fact that I knew he put so much thought into it made my eyes well up with tears as I stared into the coffee pupils peering back at me, ginning like an idiot.

My hand moves towards his eagerly, accepting his help in getting out of bed.

OUr hands remained interlocked as we entered the kitchen, looking around for something to help ease the pain of our aching stomachs.

Suddenly, George lets out a gasp from beside me, bending down in front of a cabinet and pulling out flour, giggling while he did so, holding the bag up to show me.

I couldnt help the fond smile that spread across my cheeks at the true giddy personality he always tried to hide.

"What do you want to do, make a cake?" I ask, laughing softly.

He gasps once more, nodding his head once more. "Yes! Let's make a cake!"

I sigh, grabbing the bag from his hands as he stood once more.

"What do you have to do for it?" I ask.

"Well, you have to mix all the ingredients that are wet in one bowl and in a different bowl, you mix all the ingredients that are dry. After that, you mix all of it together and put in in a pan before baking it. I think that's it..." He pauses his collecting of ingredients to think. "Yeah, that's it. Do you want to help?"

I nod, becoming excited.

""Alright, you can start by putting two cups of milk in this bowl right here..."

A few hours more than it should have taken us to make the treat, it was finished.

I had never had cake before.

I'd heard about it and apparently seen it a couple times, but I never had an image to put with the treat.

Now sitting in front of the golden clouds and skies with a chocolate chunk in front of me and a loving boy at my side, I wondered if my past self would be content with the happiness I had now.

I wondered if past me would be happy that they could eat whenever they wanted.

Would the me that lay on the ground covered in blood, malnourished, be content to know that I had a friend.

Would I have been empowered with the thought in my youth that one day I would escape.

And that I would have this?

And what about my final moments?

Would I be content with these moments with George?

Looking at the boy in question as he hummed with joy at our creation, I decided to put his advice into practice.

And so I wrapped my arm around his shoulders, pulling him close to me as he grinned up at me, his face illuminated with golden light and a happiness I was happy to share with him.

Alright, this is the actual end.

Thank you all so, so much for being supportive and patient while I dealt with some stuff irl.

You're all my friends, dont forget.

Also, I wanted to ask all of you guys out there: WHats it like in high school? I've been homeschooled my whole life, and I've always been curious. I write high school au's based off of Disney Channel high school drama and Spider-Man lmao.

I love you all.

Enjoy your lives.

Eat something and drink Cool-Aid (idfk at this point)

I'll write soon.

1500 words (new personal best)

Alright, actually leave now.

Youre gonna regret this...

Gat trolled. Go do homework, you nerds!