Category Four //dnf//

1.5

George waited patiently for the front door.

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"God.. They actually did it.. Fuck.." he whispered as he walked into the basement.

"Move on Dream.. You're friend is coming later today." He told himself, throwing his knife to the floor in anger. Dream snuck through the back door, and slipped into the basement.

He hung his vest up, and walked to his room for new clothes. George sat next to the window.

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"Tomorrow.. Well today. The plane ticket will arrive." He looked at the clock. 3:41 AM. "Seventeen hours. Then I'm free." He felt guilt building up.

"He does love me though.. I know it.. he just.. Does he love me.?" He thought about the fun they were to have.

"I thought we would be happy... Not this.." He bowed his head, dipping into depression.

He eyed the clock again. 3:42.

"Only been a minute.." George sighed.

He felt around his arms. The cuts still there. He eyed the few knifes in a small container next to him. No thoughts, a few seconds, and a knife was in his hand.

"Why.?" He asked himself. His hand started to shake above his arm.

He sharply inhaled. An increasing pain in his arm, and blood spilled slightly. His vision warped, bugs. Bugs crawling, writhing, spewing out of his arms.

"More."

Another.

More blood and bugs.

Pain, then nothing.

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Light poured through the blinds in lines. Dream groaned.

"Fuck.. day already?" He sat up, and blankly stared at the wall.

'Damn.. They killed themselves.' He shoved the memory away, and closed it. He threw his shirt off.

He heard footsteps outside his door, but he ignored them. His door swung open. He jumped slightly.

"OH! I'm so sorry-" George threw his hands to his eyes and closed the door. He covered his mouth, and pressed his back to the door.

"He isn't coming. He isn't coming.. He isn't coming." He reassuringly said to himself. Dream put a long sleeve, turtle neck on and walked to the door.

"Hi George." Dream said with a slightly unhinged tone. His words sent a chill down George's spine.

He sighed.

"What's wrong George? Do you not like my words?" Dream teased. George turned around and walked away, covering his ears. Dream's words rung throughout his head.

"Do you not like me words... George.. Words.." George stopped in the bathroom.

His shirt sleeves were tainted with blood from the early morning. Dream shrugged, and threw some jeans on. He dashed out, and started for the cupboard.

He poured Patches some kibbles, and watched her pitter patter to her dish. He smiled. George walked up behind him.

"Well hello again." Dream said, not looking up. George bit his cheeks.

"Hi. You're still.. bloody. From last night." George said, assuming he was out. Dream froze.

"He knows.?" He smiled and turned around.

"What?" George scoffed.

"You know. I know you were out. I was actually there." Dream stared at him.