Mcyt angst

It hurts [Dream angst]

This was a request :3
This ain't proof read so- enjoy broke English lol

This is a high school AU.
Dream is junior in this story (practically 16-17 years old)

There will be little Dream x Techno in the end (tho it's platonic, they don't kiss or date, so yeah- just comfort fluff lol)

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❣︎Dream angst❣︎
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Warning
Depression, self-harm, abuse, suicide attempt, blood.
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There was a sudden noise filling the room making Dream wake up. Instantly he took his phone from under his pillow turning off the alarm he had put on.

After doing that Dream put his head back on the pillow too exhausted to start the day. He flipped on his back looking at the ceiling to adjust his eyes from just waking up, before sitting up and getting out of bed.

Dream headed to the bathroom, phone still in hand. Entering the room, the first thing he was greeted with was his mirror reflection.

His eyes were dull. Under his eyes laid black circles, signifying his exhaustion. Close to one of his eyes laid a pretty big scar, from a recent fight he had with his father. The fight, once again, was about a small mistake Dream had made.

The fight had ended with Dream almost getting knocked out by a beer bottle, thankfully he was able to dodge it. But the bottle had shattered pretty close, almost making Dream lose sight in one of his eyes because of the flying glass pieces.

He was thankful that his father wasn't a heavy drinker. Cause god knows, he would have been dead a long time ago if the old man would have turned into an alcoholic.

Dreams mother had left Dream and his dad a long time ago, refusing to keep contact with any of them.

This, of course, caused problems.

His dad had problems with money, trying to support two people, paying the rent, and everything else with just his job. This caused his dad to develop stress and big anger issues.

At first, his farther sudden outbursts weren't often and harmful. Just a few, not very harsh, pulls by the wrist or week, small, one-time, punches because of rage when Dream did something wrong.

But it slowly got more and more abusive as time went on. And well. The rest is history.

Dream feared the man. He knew he did. But he had no choice but to stay with him.

He didn't want to mention anything to anyone for fear of being put into foster care or just straight up not having a home to stay at anymore.
He rather live the life he was living now.

Snapping out of his thoughts, Dream finished doing everything he needed to do in the bathroom, gave a last glance to the mirror, looking at all the burn marks, scars and bruises. that laid across his body Some of them new and some pretty old.

Grabbing his phone, he went to his closet and got dressed. He put on socks, slightly baggy black jeans, a black turtleneck, and a bright green hoodie.

After that, Dream grabbed the phone to check how long till his lessons start.

two hours