I Object ~ Dreamnotfound

Chapter 28 - Mine

Tw: More description of self harm
- Before the chapter starts please if you are dealing with self harm or any sort of suicidal intentions call a help line or talk to someone about it! I hope everyone is doing alright and if mentions of self harm trigger cutting or anything for you please do not read this xx

It was still the summer. And the heat was only rising. But George felt forced to wear hoodies. It was uncomfortable but it hid yet another secret. It had been a while since he had started but the scissors had become an addiction. After George came out of the bathroom and fell asleep in Dreams arms. Silent tears spilled onto the pillow, invisible to Dream in the dark. It hurt even more, to hold in this secret. But how bad he would feel if Dream knew.
Today was awful. It was one of the hottest days so far. George had put on a thin long sleeve top to cover up the infections that had been aching that morning from the rusty blades.

"Are you not hot?" Dream had questioned during breakfast to which George shrugged. He didn't feel like talking. Or doing anything. He had suddenly looked forward to locking the bathroom door and piercing his skin. It brought a small relief. It flooded him with the feeling that he was slowly going in the other direction. Towards the end. It almost gave him the same serotonin as Dreams kisses that he longed for.

George could hear the muffled sound of Dream moving around the house. He was cleaning up, and finally fixing the broken window. George had originally offered to help but the sight of sharp glass gave him second thoughts.
He pulled back his sleeve and admired his work. George wasn't proud of it, he felt forced to the point of what he had done. There were about seven small cuts and a few white scars. They laddered up his forearm, still fresh and red.
He heard his bedroom door open and quickly pulled down his sleeve, his face white with fear.

"Hi Dream" he said nervously. He looked at Dreams worried face. He stood still in the doorway.

"What was that George?" He asked. His gaze moved down towards George's arms.

"What do you mean?" George said trying to play it off.

"You know what I mean George, what are you hiding?" He sounded concerned.

"I don't know what you're talking about Dream" he said again, playing dumb. Dream began to walk towards him.

"George I saw you hiding your arm." He stopped and took a small breath. "Please don't tell me what I think it is" he said, his voice was wobbly and his hand was outstretched, and inches away from what George feared Dream seeing.

"I don't know what you mean, there's nothing there" George said angrily and pulled his arm back.

"Please George, let me see". Dream had stopped and changed his tone to a gentle calming voice. George shook and his arm went limp. He couldn't hold it back from Dream. He was scared.
Dream stepped closer and pulled George's sleeve back, revealing the thin cuts. George felt his eyes water, and his chest felt like it had been stabbed.

"George?" Dream said, he kneeled down and looked up into George's eyes. George blinked and let a tear drop onto Dreams shoulder.

"I'm sorry" he muttered and looked away embarrassed.

"George don't be sorry, don't ever be sorry because of this. Look at me" he said and put a hand on his cheek. It felt soothing and calmed his small sobs. "How long had this been going on?" He asked, looking between George's face and his wrist.

"A week, maybe I don't know" said George as another tear fell into his mouth, leaving a salty taste.

"I think we need to talk about this, about Fundy" he said seriously. George felt another wave of fear. The subject he had put off for weeks. He took a deep breath and let the story flow from his mouth.

"He had a gun Dream, so... so I followed him. I didn't want him to be with you. I was worried that you would like him better. So I refused to give up. And... and he shot me" George felt the pain in his leg spread throughout his body, tearing the last urge to live out of him. It his slowly ripping him into tiny shreds and blowing him away. "It hurt Dream, I ... I couldn't see, the pain blinded me. And it got worse... when he came back, with you. I thought that you would see me... but the darkness covered my body and I had to watch you kiss him. My biggest fear had turned into reality. So I let go... Dream I let go of our love and I gave up. I wanted to die right there.... but my need to be with you brought me back." He whispered the last sentence, wrapping his arms around his shaking body.

"George" Dream whispered, sympathetically. The tears flowed down his face. "So why... why are you cutting yourself? Do you want to leave?" Dream said, the pain in his voice shattered George. He couldn't keep himself together.

"I love you Dream! I fucking love you and I can't get over it! But I don't deserve anything! I gave up and I didn't think about how you would feel! I was selfish... so... so I don't know if I can handle staying alive". He had snapped. And it hurt to let those words out of him. The words he wanted so badly to tell Dream. He looked up just Dream began to cry. He stood up, towering over George, then grabbed his waist and lifted him up, pulling him into a hug like you hold a baby. It was comforting but not enough. But George stayed. He clung on to Dreams shirt and rested his face on his chest. It calmly moved up and down, each heartbeat pumped inside George's head.

"George, I love you, you're all I ever wanted, it's not about the past anymore, I understand what happened and I feel stupid now for believing Fundy but it's now that matters. If you were gone I don't know what I would do with my self" he whispered into George's ear. He looked up into Dreams face. Dream lowered his head and kissed George on his forehead, sending George's stomach fluttering, he closed his eyes and pushed out of the pain. Now is what mattered. And he couldn't leave Dream. Could he?

"I'm yours George and that's all I'll ever be." He whispered. The words glued George's heart back, not for the first time. He felt a small smile through his tremendous pain.

"I'm yours forever" he whispered back, letting the words sink in. It was the truth and he couldn't lie anymore.

"You're mine" Dream replied pulling George up further to press his lips against George's.

End Notes:

- bye imma go cry now haha

- this chapter was going to go completely different but I always end up taking too long to write my ideas so that means more chapters for you guys!

- I hope you enjoyed and thanks for all the reads! Also check out my other story xx