secrets - dreamnotfound

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a/n: sorry if this chapter seems rushed, i'm ill  and doing online school while trying to keep up with the dream smp lol

we step inside the cool house and i call out, "i'm home! and i have my friend to help me study!"

"ok hunny." i hear my dad call from upstairs. "does your friend want dinner here?" i hear my mum yell after. i turn to look at clay. "if you don't mind." clay says quietly. "he's staying for dinner." i yell back.

i then lead clay to my empty room. he sit in the middle of the floor. "i'm sorry it's so... empty." i say. "it's fine, you just moved here." clay says flashing a smile towards me. we start studying the biology work and i'm starting to understand it. clays hair falls into his face as he is explaining something about plants to me. i try to listen to what he is saying but he just looks... so good.

stop, i don't like him.

luckily before he catches me watching him my mum yells from downstairs. "dinner's ready!" clay and i run down the stairs, both being hungry. "did you understand what i was showing you?" clay asks while we walk into the kitchen. "yeah, not completely though. thank you." i lie, i barley understood any of it, i wasn't listening.

we don't have a dinner table yet nor proper kitchen things like an oven so we just had soup and bread. "you boys can eat in George's room if you want. sorry it's not proper food." my dad says smiling at us.

we both bring our soap and bread upstairs and we sit cross legged on the floor. "do you like the school?" clay asks while dipping bread into his soup. "yeah, it's really nice." i reply. "do you miss your friends from England?" clay asks after his bite of bread. "not yet but i think i will, i had a friend group with me, tommy, toby and Wilbur." clay nods. "why aren't you eating." clay asks for the second time that day. "i'm not hungry." i respond yet again.

"you didn't eat at lunch though." clay says, raising an eyebrow at me. "i'm not hungry, i'll eat later." i say. in the worst possible timing m stomach growled. i prayed that clay wouldn't hear it. "you sure?" he asked. i gulped, i guess i'll have some bread.

i took a bite of bread every time clay did.

if he can do it then why can't i?

i began feeling nauseous after the seventh bite.

"i'll be back in a second." i quickly say, standing up and running downstairs. i reach the bathroom and collapse as the door closes.

TW: throwing up

i lean over the toilet seat, throwing up bucket loads. my stomach hurts and i felt like i threw up my organs. i clutch onto the toilet feeling weak. my head is spinning and i throw up again. it seemed to never stop. i fell to the floor hitting my head on the tile floor in the process.

"george?" i hear a voice above me. i open my eyes but it's too bright and i close them again. my head was doing somersaults and i felt like i was dying. "george?" i hear again. i open my eyes letting them agust to the bright light. clay was over me, i was lying on the floor of the bathroom with my head in clay's hands. i close my eyes again, feeling to weak to move. 

i then hear a scream. my eyes dart open, i knew that scream too well. i push past clay and run downstairs, hoping that what i thought was wrong.

i was right.

i see my sister laying on the floor trying to escape my mum, glass was shattered all over the floor and the house smelt of alcohol. "stop it!" i yell at my mum, one tear rand own my face out of anger. "no, heather was disrespecting me. can you see how short her shorts are?" i looked at my sister lying helplessly on the floor, i hated seeing her like this. her shorts weren't awfully short. they were the length of normal short-shorts. 

i hear footsteps behind me. i grab clay by the forearm and push him back upstairs. "i'll be there in a second" i say before rushing to help heather. i grab her head and lift it slightly off the floor. a pool of dark liquid is on the floor where her head was moments before.

it looked bad.

"clay! please call an ambulance."  i yell up the stairs.

my mum was yelling at me "stop making a big deal out of nothing." 

clay was on the phone with the ambulance.

i was holding up heather's head.

i'm not sure where my dad is.

soon i hear sirens outside and i'm pulled away from my sister's body. clay grabs onto my shoulders holding me back from attacking mum.

i scream, just wanting to hurt my mum just like she had hurt my sister. the ambulance drives away with my sister inside of it. my mum is taken by a small police car that was also called.

i turned to clay and he pulled me into a tight hug, shushing me kindly while playing with my hair. i wasn't sad. i was angry.

i had only known this boy for a day and they already knew one of my secrets. 

"where's your dad?" clay asked, still running his hands through my hair. "i'm not sure, he might be at work." i say getting up off the ground.

clay nods and gets up himself. "are you ok from earlier though?" he whispers to me as if it can't be hear by anyone. my mind goes back to how i had tried to force myself to eat but it didn't go to plan. "oh yeah, must have been something i ate." i said laughing, hoping he would just move on. "ok, as long as your ok."

we make our way back to my room to finish off our food when i hear something. it sounded like screaming or someone asking for help. i stop, standing still. "george?" clay asks after turning to face me. "wait. i hear something." i say, shushing clay.

clay carries on walking back to my room but i follow the sound. as i get nearer i realise its coming from the garden. i slide open the patio door and step outside into the humid air. i look around and see the source of the noise.

a small speaker on the side of the pool.

i pick it up, confused why it was there and how it got there. before i even had time to think i was underwate,r not able to breathe. some one had pushed me in the pool. "clay, this isn't funny." i say but my mouth just gets full of water and i run out of air in my lungs. 

i try to swim up but i can't i'm too weak. i knew i was getting weak by not eating as much but now i was going to die. i started panicking. screaming with the only air i had left in me, but the water muffled the sound.

i eyelids grew heavy as i hit the bottom of the pool. so this is how i die huh? 

i hear a giant splash before opening my mouth and letting water fill up my lungs. my vision goes blurry and then i close my eyes, not able to open them again.