Hanging By A Thread...

Too Many Thoughts

⚠️TW:CUTTING + MENTIONING OF DEATH

"Why did i hang up. Why? He just wanted to make sure i was okay. What's wrong with me?"

George sits on his bed holding holding his knees close to his chest bawling his eyes out. He walks up to his dresser and grabs a sharp razor blade. He thinks for a moment.

"This one is for being gay."
"This one is for fucking up everything."
"This is for being a *inserts slur I can't say.*"
"This one is for disappointing everyone."
"And this one is for hurting Clay."

George sits on his bathroom floor light-headed as blood comes out of his arm. He called Dream while blood still flowing out.

Calling 💚Dream💚...

"Hey Dream."

"George hi!"

"I just wanted to call saying sorry for being an asshole and hanging up on you last night. I'm really sorry."

"It's okay don't be sorry. I'm sorry for trying to force you to talk to me. Like i said, I just want to make sure you're okay."

"Yeah I know. And i'm fine don't worry."

"If you say so." "Are you still coming to Florida tomorrow?

"Oh yeah I forgot about that. But yeah I am!"

"Awesome! Well i'll let you go now, i'm sure you have things to do." "Byeee!"

"Bye!"

Call with 💚Dream💚 has ended...

George is excited that he'll get to go see his boyfriend until he remembers. George has recently just cut and his biggest fear was Dream having to see what he's done to himself.

"If dream saw me like this...would he break up with me? That can't happen. He's the only thing keeping me from killing myself..."

George tried to forget about it and relax. He tried to think about how amazing it will be to be able to hug his boyfriend and go places with him. Especially the park. George loved going places at night were they could just be free and talk.

✨🌊Time skip to the next day🌊✨

George wakes up and gets ready for the day. He jumps in the shower, gets dressed, and walks back in the bathroom to brush his teeth. He steps into the bathroom catching a glimpse of himself. He immediately starts to tear up and shake.

"Why am i like this?"
"Why am i so skinny?"
"I'm so pale."
"Why is this what i have to look like?"
"Why can't i be more like Clay?"