dear diary ~ dnf dreamnotfound ONESHOT

Chapter 4- Flower shop?

Dear Diary,

I stopped streaming. The last time I streamed was when you first came here, I wished it had ended better. I wished everything had ended better.

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POV- George

TW- Check the description for all TW's in this story (also side note I am part of the LGBTQ)

"Dream end the stream" I said, before running out of the room and locking myself in the bathroom. I can't believe I did that. How could I be so stupid? I have spent years hiding who I was, I had done it perfectly. Nobody was supposed to know.

They all hate you know.

No, no my fans wouldn't hate me just because I like guys, they are supposed to love me no matter what.

Come on, they only like you for your content.

What about my friends, they won't judge me, they love me, they are supposed to love me no matter what.

They don't actually love you, it's all just pity

I could feel the tears running down my face. My arms were shaking and my vision was fuzzy. God, why did this have to happen? Today was supposed to be fun. It was supposed to be okay. Why can't it just be okay? I came here to get away from all this.

I stood up from the bathroom floor to walk over to the shower, grabbing a razor and heading over to the porcelain sink. I put the razor to my arm and applied just enough pressure to break skin.

Dreams disgusted by you, How could he love a sinner like you. Nobody can love you.

I put more pressure.

He is probably packing your bag right now, he is gonna have the same reaction your mother did.

I dragged the blade across his forearm

Where are you gonna go now, your mom doesn't want you, Dream doesn't want you. You're just a no-good waste of space.

I moved the blade down, starting a fresh cut.

Nobody wants you anymore George, Nobody. It's all just because they don't have the heart to tell you you're annoying. You should leave now while you can.

That's when I heard a knock at the door, I couldn't even say anything before he pushed the door open.

POV- Nobody

Dream had been knocking on the door for minutes, all though it felt like hours. He heard George crying and something fall in the shower. The door was locked from the inside so there was no way for Dream to get in. He remembered he kept a spare key to all the doors in the house in the kitchen.

He opened the door to see George leaning over the sink, razor in one hand and blood on his other arm. He was shaking and tears were falling from his eyes. Then he fell to the floor, hugging his knees to his chest. Dream immediately ran to him and wrapped his arms around him.

The razor fell to the floor and George buried his head into Dream's shoulder, still breathing fast.

"Breathe with me ready........in", He took a long pause, "And out."

They continued like that for a few minutes until George's breathing calmed down. He pulled out of Dreams's hug and looked up at the blonde. His eyes were puffy and red and he still had tears on his cheeks.

"I'm sorry" He muttered, voice hoarse from crying. Instead of responding, Dream pulled him back into another tight hug. He had one hand on George's back and the other was playing with his hair.