the day i lost you - dreamnotfound/gream

Yeah, I do

Raise some hell before we ghost
Break the rules, a broken nose
You know us
We're soldiers

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I must've fell asleep, because I woke up being gently shaken awake. I opened my eyes, and realized the person shaking me was George, repeating "Dream," In soft whispers.

I softly groaned buried my face in my hands, remembering we had to go downtown again tonight. "Dream, its already 1:30."

I slowly got up out of bed, and walked to my tools room, George following behind. I handed him his backpack, and he got the same things he was told to the night before. We got packed, got our shoes on, and walked out the door.

We walked to my car and got in in silence. The silence was interrupted by George. "Hey, Dream," I looked at him, urging him to continue, "Do you ever have nights off?"

"Rarely, we can request nights off though. As you can imagine, its scary doing so, Techno is intimidating." He nodded, and rested his head on the window ledge, looking out the window.

I drove us to a bar on the opposite side of the city, if there are too many murders in one part of the city, there's more of a chance of getting caught. We got to the bar parking lot, and parked. I spotted a man sitting behind a dumpster, shooting up heroin. I told George and pointed out the man, and he nodded, getting out of the car with me.

We slowly approached the man, hiding on the other side of the dumpster. I looked around, and no one was looking, and even if someone saw, they were clearly intoxicated. I motioned with my hands that on the count of three we jump him, and George holds him down while I torture. He nodded, and I counted up to three with my fingers. As soon as my third finger popped up, we pounced the guy.

He was quite a strong man, so we had to wrestle for a bit before he was pinned against the wall by George. I took out my knife, and slowly grazed his forehead with it, earning yelps of pain, muffled by Georges hand on his mouth. I moved the knife to his leg, and stabbed it into his inner thigh. He squirmed, but overall George did a good job holding him down. I gave him two punches in the face, and whispered, "Any last words?"

George shivered, probably scared still. The man's body started wiggling all over the place, so I had to help George keep him against the wall. I ended the mans life with two stabs in his chest, and we ran off to the car. George's lower lip was trembling, but he quickly bit it, trying not to cry. I took him in a hug, and he started crying into my shoulder, his body shaking.

His breathing steadied, and we pulled apart. I grabbed his wrist and rubbed the back of my hand with my thumb, starting to drive home. I undid the clasp at the back of my head and pulled my mask off, and saw him staring out of the corner of my eye, but I didn't say anything and forgot about it. We got home, and went into my room.

I stripped down to my underwear, and threw my clothes on the floor, George doing the same. I grabbed some clothes from my dresser, and handed them to him. He headed off to the bathroom, grabbing a towel before he entered. I walked out to the living room, hearing the shower turn on. I opened the fridge, and started cooking spaghetti. I wouldn't say I'm a five-star chef, but spaghetti is my specialty. I got out the dough, and started making noodle-like shapes with it, creating several pipe shaped noodles.

I finished the noodles, and heard the shower turn off, meaning George would be out soon. I started on the sauce, putting tomato sauce in a bowl, and adding some tomato chunks in there I put the noodles into a pan, and covered them in the sauce, then slid them into the oven. I heard footsteps coming from down the hallway, and then George appeared out of the darkness of the hallway, coming into the kitchen. I smiled and waved at him, "I made food, its in the oven. Make sure to take it out when the timer goes off." He smiled back, and nodded. I started off towards the bathroom, him staring at me the way there. I didn't think about it too much though, I didn't really care anyways.

I stepped into the bathroom, slipped off my boxers, turned on the shower, and stepped into familiar, comforting warmth the shower provided to me. It provided comfort, my favorite place to cry. I still feel weak crying, but less then before. George makes me feel valid, and comfortable around him. I started washing my hair, rubbing my fingertips around on my scalp, feeling a familiar sense of nostalgia. I remember when I was three, and my mom would give me a scalp massage during my bath. I remember asking for one every time I took a bath, her laughing and rubbing her fingertips all around my scalp.

I would melt into her touch, closing my eyes with a smile on my face. I loved her so much. She was my mom, how could I not? Ive recently began thinking about her a lot. How could she just disown me? Oh yah, I almost forgot. I'm worthless. What a fun thought to be stuck in my head. I finished up my shower, and stepped out into the hallway to grab a towel from the closet. George was still in the living room, looking at me like I'm insane. I didn't know he would be right there, but I didn't really care about it though. I went back into the bathroom, and dried myself off, wrapping the towel loosely around my waist after. I walked into my room, and got pulled on a pair of boxers and black sweatpants.

I went back out into the living room, and sat next to George on the couch. The spaghetti was on the counter, "I didn't want to eat it without you, since you made it."

This made butterflies erupt in my stomach, who knows why. I started laughing. I felt my face burn red, he's so considerate. I ruffled his hair, and got up, walking to the kitchen. I got out two plates, putting a plop of spaghetti on both of them. I grabbed two forks, and I handed a plate to George, and sat back down on the couch. He took a bite, his eyes going wide. "This is delicious-"

I laughed at his shocked face. He's so cute. Wait, no. Not cute. Funny. I glanced over at him, and for some reason he was looking at me. His face went red and he looked away, me doing the same. He was staring at the ground for a while, so I took that time to study his perfect facial features. Nothing creepy or romantic, just.. I dunno. He's attractive I must say.

With his almond shaped eyes, colored a chocolaty-brown color, with the circle of black in the middle, always glimmering. His nose, curved so perfectly, slim and pale. The soft, pink cheeks, that went even pinker when he was flustered. His brown-ish hair, soft and messy, but cute. His eyebrows that curved over his brow bone, the same chocolate color. His plush, pink lips, that looked so soft. Oh, what it would be to ki- no.

I shook my head knocking myself out of it, and realized he's been staring at me back. He. Realized. Me. Staring. At. Him. Fuck.

"S-Sorry."

He grabbed my chin, making me look at him, and said in a voice lower than a whisper, "Its ok."

Normally I would wiggle out of his grasp, but I leaned into his touch, my heart melting. I wanted to scream, but I also wanted to.. I dunno, love him? He removed his fingers from my chin, to which I didn't like. I wanted to be comforted by him, touched by his soft touch. I leaned into the side of him, laying my head on his shoulder. He went stiff and red at the sudden interaction, and leaned his head on top of mine.

I felt myself starting to drift off into sleep, him already half asleep. I gently pushed him so we were lying down. I wrapped an arm around his small midriff, put my head on his chest, and drifted off to sleep.

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Rips and holes in baggy clothes
Drippy hard from head to toes
We won't budge
For no one

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