broken

one

The storm whirled inside his head once more. George was alone.

He was never really alone before. He had it all.

Friends. Parents. A home.

It was all gone now. There was nothing left. All he had were people who had never even met him. They didn't know the true George, just the facade he put up in a desperate attempt to escape reality.

To escape himself.

No one really knew George. No matter how hard they convinced themselves that they knew the boy, they just didn't.

But how could they if he would never reveal himself?

He swept himself off his feet and stumbled towards his bed before throwing his body on top of it aggressively, allowing the structure to creak gently. Tears escaped his eyes as he forced them shut, letting himself drown into the darkness.

-

As soon as the light pierced his eyes, he let out a groan. George wanted nothing more than to lay in his bed and be consumed by the mattress. He didn't move- he couldn't. It's not like he wanted to either.

Beep! Beep! Beep!

Someone was calling him.

Beep! Beep! Beep!

George let out a soft sigh before slightly flicking his phone over.

Dream.

Why was Dream calling him? Out of all the people who could've called one of the people who he had to put a facade up for just had to call.

Just his luck.

Of course, he answered. If he didn't it would worry Dream, and George couldn't let anyone see his current state. He didn't want any pity.

His thumb swiped his phone and the call was accepted.

-

"Hi George!"

"Hi."

George's voice sounded raspy and sore, obviously from the multiple congested tears he had to hold down in his throat.

"George, what's wrong?"

Dream sounded upset, and that upset George even more.

"Nothing, I'm fine."

Unconvinced, Dream forced the voice call into a facetime.

"Answer the Facetime, now."

This time he sounded more strict, almost as if he were annoyed.

George obeyed, pointing the camera at the ceiling.

"Show me your face George."

Shakily, he pointed the camera at his tear-struck face, still with puffy eyes from last night.

At this moment, Dream's heart sank.

-

( Dream's pov )

What was wrong? Had I done something? Was it my fault?

"George?" I said softly, not wanting to scare him, "What happened?"

No answer.

"George."

At this point I had stood up from my desk and began to pace my room, looking for an answer, any answer. I needed to know what was wrong, how I could help, how I-

Beep!

The call ended.

Georgie <3

george what happened

tell me rn

george!!

answer the call!

pick. up.

I got no reply. He didn't even read it. What was I to do?

And that's when the idea snuck into my mind.

A plane ticket.