Jokes On You

Partners in Death

Y'all I'm saying sorry now

"WHY DO YOU HAVE A GUN DREAM?!" George pushed Dream off of him.

Dream stood up and put his pants back on while George was staring at him in despise.

"Dream..."

Dream grabbed the gun off of the floor. Taking the knife out of his boot. Ripping off the cover with his teeth. "George... just listen. I don't want to do this but I have too."

"YOU DON'T HAVE TO DO ANYTHING!WHAT DO YOU MEAN?!" George screamed

"The voices George."

"YOU ARE FUCKING CRAZY! YOU'RE A LUNATIC, YOUR FUCKED IN THE BRAIN!" George hit himself in the head well saying that.

There was a silence.

"WHAT IS YOUR IDEA HERE DREAM?! I TRUSTED YOU! HAVE YOU JUST BEEN WANTING TO KILL ME THIS WHOLE ENTIRE TIME?!"

Dream shot George in the thigh. George fell to the ground in pain. He screamed in agony.

Dream took off his shirt and wrapped George's leg up with it slowing down the bleeding. "I thought you said red was your favourite colour? You liked it cause it looked like blood." Dream stared blankly at George "OKAY BUT NOT MY FUCKING BLOOD!" Tears streamed down George's face.

"I LOVED YOU!"

Dream's heart sank by those words.

"Okay, but I clearly don't love you."

George stared at him "AFTER ALL THE THINGS WE DID?! DID YOU EVEN LIKE ME AT ALL?!"

"I did. You got annoying. And boring."

George held his leg in pain "FUCK YOU!"

"I'm sorry. I've been planning this for weeks. Ever wonder why I brought you here?"

George just kept staring.

"I brought you here, cause it miles away from people. I've never seen a car drive past here. No one will find your body here."

"Okay Dream! But what will you do once I'm dead?!"

"Don't worry about it..."

Dream looked away from him.

George had a scared look that came upon his face "What did you do to Ari...?"

"I slit their throat open. I don't know if anyone will care enough to find them. I wanted you all to myself, and they were in the way."

He slowly looked back at George.

George lashed out again "BUT YOU DONT EVEN LIKE ME!"

"Cause you were getting annoying."

"WHY ARENT YOU THANKING ME?!" Dream yelled all of a sudden

"What..."

"YOUR STUPID, TOXIC, OVER PROTECTIVE BOYFRIEND! IM FREEING YOU FROM HIM! IM FREEING YOU FROM THIS CRUEL WORLD! AND YOUR MAD?! YOU SAID THAT YOU LIKED THE COLOUR RED! SO HERE I AM! GETTING YOU LOTS OF RED! JUST FOR YOU!" Dream gestured to the blood on the blanket.

George seemed scared. "Dream, I'll let you do whatever you want to me. But please. Don't kill me. Why do you want me dead?!

"Oh George. Who wouldn't want you dead?"

Dream lifted the gun pointing it at George's head, he pulled the trigger and watched as George's lifeless body laid on the ground. Blood starting to poor out of his mouth, head, leg. The dark red blood soaked through his clothes his eyes turned to a glossy, teary red, the last moments of his life. He was with his three favourite things, me, red and the cliff.

But I don't understand. He should of thanked me. He told me his favourite colour was red, like blood red. And it was blood. He should have said a simple thank you. Instead of getting pissed at me.

But now. I have to finish this. I agreed to this. I have to do this.

Dream walked over and stood overtop of George's dead body.

A faint smile plastered over his face.

He did it.

He reached his hand down to George's chin and lifted it up a bit "Poor George, you were so easy to fool."

He walked over near the ledge. Gazing upon the birds flying below in the dark sky. He heard the waves crashing into the rocks below.

He looked back over at George slowly starting to walk back over to him. He sat down beside him. Grabbing his hand. Sitting up.

"Have fun in heaven, I'll be in hell."

Dream held the gun to his own head. He quickly pulled the trigger and the rest of his body fell to the ground.

I guess I broke so much, I snapped.