broken

seven

tw- self harm, panic attack 

"I love you George."

"You do?"

"I do."

"I love you too, Dream."

George heard hysterical laughter fall out of the younger's mouth.

"What? You're laughing?"

"You really thought I loved you? You really think that anyone loves you at all? No. No one does. No one loves you and no one ever will. I don't even like you, how can you expect me to love you? I don't even want to be your friend, George. So fuck off."

George woke up in a cold sweat.

It was just a dream.

Well, nightmare I suppose.

Upon the realisation of the simple nightmare, George still couldn't find himself calming down. Instead, heavy pants clawed out of his throat, begging for air, begging for a source of oxygen.

Desperately, George yelled, yet nothing fell out of his mouth but a quiet mumble.

Feeling useless, he grabbed the scissors from his bedside table. He needed to feel something. He dragged the sharp tool up and down his arm, creating long, horizontal stripes. Red mixture oozed from underneath, painting his arm with the deep crimson colour.

He tried calling for someone, anyone. He pondered for a second, his breaths levelling up, Dream. Dream was with him right?

"D-"

"Drea-"

The red kept falling out, dripping onto his bedsheets.

That's when a figure appeared at the door. The door opened adjacently, yet the figure didn't resemble Dream. The figure was slightly smaller and had a darker tint of hair. The figure's eyes weren't a lemon yellow, they were an antagonising dark colour. The figure didn't wear an iconic piece of Dream merch, yet a Sapnap one.

The figure rushed over the George, pulling him into a hug.

"George, it's okay, I'm here."

"Dream?"

The voice didn't sound like Dream. Where was Dream? Who was hugging him?

"No George, it's Nick."

Oh, Sapnap.

Dream wasn't there. Dream had left. Dream didn't want him anymore. Dream left George when he was at his worst, he didn't understand. No one did.

This proved to worsen his breathing as hot tears fell out instantly from the corner of his eyes. George nuzzled his face into Sapnap's hoodie, shaking sporadically.

The tears wouldn't stop.

"No one loves you."

The pain wouldn't end.

"You're worthless."

Dream wasn't here.

"Tell me you love me."

He wasn't enough.

And with that, the fragile boy collapsed into his friend's arms as the world darkened around him.

-

Dream fluttered open his eyes, he found himself in a weird location. Where was he?

He groaned slightly as he tried to move himself up, yet he couldn't, he was being pulled down. An arm was draped across his chest.