Category Four //dnf//

1.4

Rain hammered on the windows as the wind rustled the shutters. George watched the rain puddle and flow in a downwards stream on the road. A thought replayed to him.

"Don't worry this house is built for this kind of stuff." Dream once told him. The day he came.

He sighed, and started for the door. Hopes that Dream would be away and out of his way as he went out. He hadn't eaten at all that day, or the previous night now that he came to think of it. He looked out. The house was dim, and felt safe. He peered into the kitchen. Dream stood there, with two plates filled with food. He gasped, and walked back. He started for his room again.

"Oh Hi George! You slept for a while." George felt his hurt face.

"Yeah you knocked me out pretty bad." He said in a sharp tone. Dream stared at him confused.

"What do you mean? You smacked your head face first on the door.." Dream played dumb.

"What.? No-" George turned around, and his stomach slightly growled.

"Are you hungry?" Dream asked, picking the plates up.

George stayed silent, and turned his head slightly.

"Well I'm sure you are so I'll just leave this here." Dream set the plate at the counter where the seats were. George stared at it.

"Why are you being so nice.?" He asked, sitting down.

"What do you mean? Did you have a bad Dream?" Dream continued.

George stared at him with disbelief.

Unsettled.

"Why the long face?" Dream asked. George blanked out, staring.

Memories swirled around him, and his ears muffled Dreams horrid voice.

"George!" Dream was close to George's face. George flinched, and stood back. Dream stared at him, trying his best to act cautions and confused. George shook his head.

"Did I scare you? Sorry.. Please eat." Dream said, straightening his back and setting his arms to his side.

George timidly sat back down.

"Why is he doing this.?" He stared at the food.

"Did you poison this or something?" Dream slightly gasped.

"What- I would never George.. Why would I poison your food- I love you.." Dream said, sitting down next to him.

A shiver flowed down George's spine as he registered Dream's cold words.

"Do you have amnesia do you even remember what you did to me?" George could feel the tension build up, and Dreams heat.

"I don't recall.. I think you had a bad Dream." George stuffed his face with food quickly.

'Get this over with. He's lying!' Dream stared a conversation.

"One of my friends is coming over Thursday. I think you'd like them."

Tears started down his cheeks as he swallowed, ignoring Dream's conversation. He looked deeper down, avoiding anything to do with Dream.

'He's a liar!' George closed his eyes.

He felt a warm hand on his shoulder. George looked up. He caught stuttering.

"You- You okay?" Dream asked, hiding a smile.

"Don't touch me!" George shouted, throwing Dream's hand away. He exhaled quickly.

"You're crying George." Dream said, ignoring his voice. George clenched his jaw and looked back to his empty plate.