Fall For Me // dreamnotfound

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tw// mentions of: self harm, eating disorder, violence, homophobia, drugs & drug usage

George wakes up in the park he had passed out in. He hadn't gotten very far as his legs barely had any strength left in them. He curses himself for not letting his father kill him on the spot.

He finds himself walking back home later that night to grab a bag with clothes in it. He knows this is risky, but if there's any chance that his father isn't home he has to take it.

And so he does.

George makes it to his house and fills a bag with some hoodies and sweatpants. He doesn't bother changing his own bloody and dirty clothes, seeing as his father can get home at any time, and heads to his father's bedroom.

He knows he shouldn't be doing this, but he can't help himself from reaching into his father's drawer, grabbing a box with his belongings in it. The items in this box are various drugs such as weed, pills, cocaine, and small bottles of strong alcohol. He grabs as much as he can fit into his bag and leaves, knowing this will piss off his father even more.

He wanders around before realizing he had forgotten his phone. He laughs at his idiocy and slumps into an alley, watching as the sun is nearly going to set.

George reaches into his bag and pulls out a bottle of liquor, drinking and wincing at the bitter taste of tequila. He can't help himself from drinking more, hoping his liver will shut down on the spot.

He reaches into a bag and grabs the small remains of a blunt, lighting it with the lighter he had stolen from his father. As George watches people walk by, enjoying themselves during the peaceful night, he feels spiteful and sad.

Soon he is both drunk and high, and finds himself wandering around town again. The Brit wonders how embarrassing it would be if someone from school found him like this, but can't seem to care about that right now.

He remembers the way to Wilbur's house and curiously decides to walk there.

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"George?" Wilbur opens his front door to see a very disheveled George hardly standing up straight.

"Hi Wilbur," George smiles drunkenly and goes to hug his taller friend. Wilbur reluctantly hugs back with much confusion.

"What are you doing here?" Wilbur breaks away from the hug and looks down at George. "And what's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong!" George yells, then he giggles after to try to make up for the harsh tone. "I just want to hang out with my best friend."

Wilbur motions for George to come inside, seeing how the shorter male looks drunk and upset. "Did something happen at home?"

"Nothing happened," George drags out the end of his sentence and sits himself on Wilbur's floor.

"George," Wilbur raises an eyebrow to which George just giggles at. "You need to tell me what happened."

"Nothing happened," George can hardly keep his eyes open, so he slumps onto the ground while smiling.

"That's not true. You're drunk and... high?" Wilbur says in a confused way, knowing George isn't one to drink this much or even smoke at all. "What the hell happened? Did you talk to Dream?"

"It's not about him," George laughs. "I should talk to him though, huh?"

"George," Wilbur face palms and looks down at the male. He watches as George lies down. Wilbur quickly grabs his phone and calls someone but before George realizes who, he blacks out.