George is the new kid, its sophomore year for him. moving to America hasn't been to bad so far, though he has meet a classmate. they find out they have lots in common , like Minecraft, hanging with friends and something they never knew about each ot...
———————————————— "It's all a nightmare right, you just are back at home, laying there peacefully right? Your..your not gone..right?!" ————————————————
It's a normal week so far, nothing out of the ordinary, expect the fact that George keeps feeling odd about something. Though, he won't tell Dream, he doesn't want him to worry about him to much. Even though he lives in this house alone now, he feels like he's not alone, and it started after they met, jake.
Yes, the emo boyfriend of Drista. Now George thinks he's nice, on the other hand, he also thinks he's 'weird'. But, when he means 'weird', he means like..stocking vibe. Like he's been near him again sense then.
Dream has his suspicions, like he's planning on doing something to one of them, so he's keeping and eye out. Driving past George's house, checking possibilities, and making sure George is still in his house, safe and sound.
But, George being the badass gay he is, nothing can happen to him, he wouldn't let it happen to begin with. Even if the world was ending, he would find some way to pay his empty heart some peace, making him 'revived' in the moment.
The days grow colder, making George cooped up in his house more, which gives people plenty of chances to swoop in and 'take' George. Or, that's Dreams theories to say the least.
He's given George a break from patrolling his house, this week for Dream has been Dizzy without George.
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Dream sighs and texts George for the third time this hour, hoping he texts back, or give some sigh he's ok.
3:45, 4:21, 5:03, the time kept passing, making Dream worried.
The night for Dream, faded into fear, hoping George would give some kind sign.
He's breath started fast, and his mind turned, he hesitated on trying to open his front door, trying to find some kind of answer on how he should handle this situation of his.
Would it be clingy of him to check on Georgie? Is he just resting? Is he ok? Can I check? Is it wrong? Why is he so capable of turning my head like this? Why is he so alluring? -Those thoughts traveled through his head, like waves crashed on the shore. —
George's heart pounded with fear, locking him self in his bathroom, trying to hide from who ever just broke in.
The person creeped up the stairs, lurking throughout the house knocking on doors, walls, cabinets, anything.
George's head spines with fear, anxiety rushed over his body, he couldn't think of anything to help it.
His cuts started bleeding again, making his situation worse then it already was. The blood dripped from his wrist, and on to his sweatpants, making a splotch of blood in the area.
His breath grew heavier, whipping tears from his eyes, and praying for the best..but possibly the worst.
His lungs wanted to collapse at this rate, the room was spinning, the walls crept closer, his head hurt. Maybe he isn't getting out alive..
The person eventually got closer, steeping into to his bedroom, looking for the sign of George.
The persons breath was cool, quite, but fast.
It felt like George was some kind of animal, being hunted by a predator. Lurking, waiting, sniffing him out, washing his brain out so ever slightly.
His foot steeps stops for a moment, he was at George's bathroom door, sadly the door had no lock, but George was smarter than the person.
He held the knife behind him, waiting for the person to open the door.
The person did, opening it slowly, just to meet the blade of a pocket knife, straight in their chest.
George gasped and backed up quickly in shock, while the person fell down, face planting in front of him.
George wanted to stop breathing, he wanted this all to end, waiting for someone or something to just end him right then and there.
His breath quickend, he couldn't stop to think, he grasped himself, and sprinted down stairs, blood dripping from his wrists as he ran down stairs.
He sprinted out his front door, not even thinking about closing the door, what was the point anyways?
Run George, run! Don't look back, nothing can hurt you if you just run! It's not a dream! Your running away. Right now. hurry!
He ran quickly down the street, the blood from his wrist sone dried from the air that caught it.
He turned curbs, roads, streets, meeting the wonderful back country side of Florida.
His eyes couldn't even react to how gorgeous it was, he just kept running, running, running, until he stumbled into a odd land of pastor's and trees, cover with wild flowers of all sorts.
The wind cupped his neck, sending him into shivers.
He had stopped running whiles ago, he calmly walked down a hill, and sat beside a small stream, dozing off to sleep in a small patch of grass. —
Dream stumbled backwards, wanting to scream after seeing, Jake, dead on the floor of George's bathroom.
He started worrying we're George was, he searched the hole house, the neighborhood, and the stop they both always went to, the Peace Tree.
He sprinted his way to the tree, searching for any sign for George, but he was no where to be found.
Dreams mind shattered in bits, making him collapse on the ground, balling his eyes out in fear.
He sobbed and layer down peacefully, having tears run over the bridge of his nose, hitting the soft ground beneath him.
"It's all a nightmare right? Your just at home, laying there peacefully..right? Your..your not gone..right?!" — "Fear can take away a lot, even when your at your highest, but slowly draining" ———————————————— Sad? Unhappy ending? No one knows~!
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