When Dreams Turn into Nightmares [DREAMNOTFOUND ANGST]

Chapter 11

George's pov

"What have I become." I stare at my reflection, my eye bags, my messy hair, my swollen eyes, I look awful.

This is never going to get better.

"George, are you doing okay in there?"

I look down at the razor blade on the sink. "Hello?" I pick it up, and hold it in my hand facing the mirror. I back up against the wall, slowly falling down it until I reach the floor. One last tear falls down my cheek.

I hold it to my wrist-

"GEORGE!" Dream slams open the unlocked door. He freezes, I can feel him looking at me in horror. I slowly look up to him, he shakes his head. "George... Why." He chokes on his words. "Why would you do this." I look down at my hands. "Please don't, I know it's tough right now but that doesn't help. Imagine what he would think of this." I see a small tear fall from his chin.

I immediately drop the blade, and let out the few tears I didn't think I had left. Dream quickly runs over, noticing I dropped it, and crouches into a hug. He cries more than I could've imagined. "P-please never think to do that ever again." I cry harder, realizing what could've happened if I did.

He stands up, and gives me his hand. I take it, standing up too. We take a few steps until we reaches the outside of the room.

Dream hugs me again. "George, you don't even know how much you actually mean to me-" I think about what he says, in tears. "Heck, I've never even had an actual friend before. Losing you would be like losing the only thing I've ever had."

We cry more, and I look up at him. He looks down at me. I've never been this close to his face before. I just want to take off the mask. The one thing between our gazes.

I put one hand on it, he doesn't budge, he let's me. Slowly, I slide it off his face. Revealing more and more the second. I meet with the unknown, under the mask, tossing the thing to the ground.

Our eyes lock, we slowly get even closer. Soon, our lips an inch from eachother. I- kiss him.

I close my eyes in shock, his already being closed. He slowly deepens the kiss, and I follow. Dreams arms hug my waist.

What am I doing? I don't know. Why did I just do that- why am I doing this. I'm straight- I pull away.

"I- I'm so sorry I-" I step back from him, getting a good look at his face. His eyes sparkled a yellowish color, probably green, with under his eyes slightly red from, what I'm assuming was, crying. I look at his lips, he has a slight smile on his face and a soft comforting gaze.

"George..." he puts a hand on my shoulder, and I look down. Soon feeling a gental touch to my chin. It moves my face up, and I meet with his lips again.

He pulls back, and I stand there flustered. He giggles at me. "Now let's go back to sleep, shall we?" He smiles at me, I see his whole face.

"Y-yeah." I studder. He giggles again, and gently grabs my hand to walk back to our room. Once we get to the bed, he passes out pretty quick, so I look at him for a bit.

Wow, he was hiding that from me? Why did he let me take it off? Why did I even do it? I don't know, but he's so pre- y'know what, I kissed him okay. He's so pretty. I can barely believe the fact that I kissed him.

My cheeks go slightly pink, and I decide to actually sleep. If I don't then I'd just stare at him all night, to make up for all the times I couldn't. I smile, then fade off, thinking about seeing the unmasked face I'll see when I wake up.

-

I shift to my right, and yawn. Opening my eyes, I slowly sit up. When I look next to me I see Dream- WEARING THE MASK?! "OH COME ON."

"Hey looks like that's starting to be your catchphrase now." I frown, and stick my tongue out at him. "Okay, okay-" he starts to slide it off. "I was joking around, didn't know you found me so hot, God damn."

"I- wha- no! I mean- yes-?"

"Oh lord, chill." He starts laughing pretty hard. "I'm only kidding again." He giggles, then whispers in my ear in a deeper voice. "For the most part." It sends shivers down my spine, and with a chuckle I shove him away, bright faced.

"Let's just get up. You should take a shower stinky." He looks at me, offended.

"What? Stinky? I am not no stinky. Quit thinking about yourself." I laugh.

"Just take a shower, the towels are over there. I'll make breakfast."

"Okay, fine." I giggle at his attitude, and get up to stretch. Once I change, I start heading over to the kitchen to make us breakfast.

The moment I finish, Dream comes out of the shower to join me. When I look over, I notice he's only in a towel. Bare chested. I flusterely look away. "Miss me?"

"No pissbaby." I laugh at my own joke.

"Wha- pissbaby???" He makes a silly facial expression, causing me to almost snort.

"Yes, 'pissbaby', go get some clothes on." I slowly look back to him.

"Well fine." He throws his hands in the air. "To flustered to look at my chest, huh?" I go red, "joking, joking-"

"I feel like you're doing this on purpose."

"What? Me? I would never-" I give him a look. "Alright fine, it's funny okay."

"What, is it your kink?" I fight back, holding in a laugh.

"WHAHAHAH- WHAAT-" He barely manages to wheeze out. "I'M GOING TO GETTING DRESSED ALRIGHT-" I could barely understand what he was saying, he was just laughing so hard. I giggled at him walking off, accepting my victory, then continued to eat. He got back not much later and sat down to eat as well, and starts chuckling again. "Why would you say that." His laughs grow, and I fail to hold mine back.

"I don't know, okay. I just said it." We finish our food, eventually calming down. Dream then starts talking about this movie he watched, suggesting we should watch it. I agree, and start heading over. The second I sat down on the couch, my phone rings. "Oh, hold on." I sprint back to the table to grab my phone. But just as I pick it up- "D-Dream?"

"What?"

"It's- them. Again." It can't be something that bad, it just can't be. I've heard these calls so much this week. What could it possibly be.

I walk over to Dream, sitting next to him, answering the call.

"Hello-"

That's a new voice-

"This is the CPI. We have to inform you of-"

Wait- that's a person. Not an automated voice. What's this for?

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