A Whisper In The Wind

Dancing With Death

~~~POV Dream~~~

TW: Brief Panic Attack

George decided to ignore me after he found out. I mean in no way do I blame him. Its a lot to take in. Imagine being told 'Hey the one person you trusted you actually weren't supposed to trust. And on top of that you are supposed to kill him.' It would suck. Truthfully I thought he was a traitor too. That would explain why out of everyone George and I were the ones that could talk to each other in our heads at night. Well as far as we know its only at night. 

Wait. Maybe we can communicate telepathically. I hunch over resting my arms on my knees that are propped up. 'Georgieeee. You look super cute.' I'm not sure how to do this. So I just focus on those words really hard. It probably looks like I'm constipated to anyone else who is looking at me. I stare at the boy standing up with his head leaning on a tree. His hair all messy and his face calm. I watch his chest rise and fall slowly as he takes breaths in and out. I'm not lying when I said he looked cute. 

I concentrate back on the message I was trying to send to George. Watching the words scribble into existence in my brain. And being almost packaged in a way and sent over to George. 

A corner of his mouth twitches. And pulls upwards just the slightest bit. He breaks from his daze and makes direct eye contact, his dilated eyes staring back at me. Holy shit. Did it work? I decide to send another message. To make sure that he can hear me. 'Nod if you can hear me George.' I let the words form in my head. More naturally this time. It doesn't seem forced. I send the message in another package with a pretty blue bow wrapped around it. Letting my focus break when I think he got the message. 

He nods his head cautiously.

He can hear me. Oh my god. No. no. no. This is too weird. Why us? Why are we the ones that have connected brains. A traitor and a hunter. The classic Romeo and Juliet. Maybe I will find some poison to take, and he might stab himself with a knife. Oh what a tragedy that would be. 

A bead of sweat runs down the back of my neck. When did it get so hot in here? I start panting, standing up, immediately dizzy from the sudden rush of movement. I need some air. I mentally smack myself against my face. You idiot you are surrounded by fresh air. I look to the sky that is blocked by treetops. Wishing to see the blue sky, to see the sun. I'm not completely sure were this quick wave of panic came from. Maybe it's from reality crashing down all at once. 

My lungs have closed off. I open my mouth in search of some air. Any air. Just let me breath. It only comes in small portions. But none of it is enough to satisfy my needs. I feel my legs buckle as the rest of my body goes numb. I have never had a panic attack before. Or at least if I have I certainly don't remember. George is the first to notice as he was just staring at me moments before. 

"Dream? Dream! Oh my god!" At some point between me standing up and colliding with the hard ground George had run over to me. Resting my head on his lap he frantically scans over me, pushing my hair away from my face. The only parts of my body that I can still feel are the parts that George's skin touches. It tickles in a way. His touch is light and so careful. "Sapnap get water!" Sapnap who clearly wasn't aware of what was happening shoots onto his feet and disappears out of my line of sight. Presumably to get water. 

"Hey Dream? I need you to take deep breaths for me please. Can you do that?" While still gasping for air I try to nod. It's not as easy as George makes it sound. I'm trying to take deep breaths but it isn't working. I watch George as the wheels in his head turn. He really is trying his best. "Wait no never mind your already trying to do that." My body begins to shake violently. "Okay we are going to count. Focus on counting. Ready?" I focus on the first number. Number one. Okay that isn't so hard.