Fall For Me // dreamnotfound

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tw// mention of previous events, suicide attempt (read up until the line "some of the papers read:" if this topic triggers you)

"He's staying with me for a while," Wilbur says into the phone. "Yeah," he pauses. "I'll do that," another pause. "Okay thank you, bye."

Wilbur gets off of the phone and back to the two boys that are now sitting at the kitchen table, Dream still trying to get George to finish his food. He had managed to help George eat a bowl of mashed potatoes, but he wouldn't touch the chicken.

"Okay, I told my parents you need to stay somewhere tonight and they're alright with you being here," Wilbur smiles as he takes a seat across from Dream at the table.

"I don't want to intrude..." George says quietly, poking at his food.

"Stop that! You're staying here and that's final. You can stay for however long you need," Wilbur says happily. "If you need a break from me I'm sure Dream will gladly let you stay with him too."

"Yes, it's the least I can do," Dream says with a slight smile.

"Thank you guys," George mumbles into his sweatshirt as he covers his mouth with his hands. "I feel sick."

"Drink some water," Wilbur suggests, not wanting George to throw up his food.

George takes a drink and clutches his stomach as Wilbur gets up and looks for medicine. He comes back, handing the sickly boy a couple of pills and watching as he slowly swallows them, wincing in pain as they travel down his throat.

"What am I going to do?" George asks quietly, feeling Dream put a hand on his own, rubbing circles onto it.

"We'll figure something out," Dream smiles softly and watches as George exhales shakily as if being unable to sigh.

"We should talk to the cops," Wilbur says, eyebrows furrowed at nothing in particular. He is still mad about George's father and what he had done to break the boy so badly.

"I don't think they'll do anything," George laughs emotionlessly, throwing his head onto the table and onto Dream's hand that is holding his own. Dream moves his fingers to the boy's hair, rubbing through it in a comforting manner. He still feels incredibly bad for what he had done to George and only hopes that the brunette will forgive him at some point.

Wilbur seems to be angry at this statement, knowing partly that it could be true. "It's still worth a shot. Who knows, George, he can come back and actually kill you this time. He's crazy!"

"I know, it's just, ugh," George groans and repeatedly bangs his head against the wood table. Dream stops him by putting both of his hands under his head, feeling as George's forehead hits his palms.

"George, calm down," Dream tries to comfort him, lifting his head up and caressing his hair. "You can stay with Wilbur for a while as you figure things out. You shouldn't have to worry about your father, he should be in jail."

"I know I know," George says softly. "I just don't want to ruin him more than I already have."

"What are you talking about?" Wilbur asks. George looks up to both him and Dream staring in concern.

"I took away what he loves most, I'm not doing it again," George remains ominous, hoping they wouldn't question further.

"What do you mean?" Wilbur presses again, not noticing, or caring about, George's hesitation. He wants to know what is wrong, he's concerned for his friend's safety.

"I killed her, okay?!" George yells in frustration. "I took my mother away from him. His wife. I caused this! It's my fault."

Dream and Wilbur are both speechless yet again as George cries remembering the incident. He knows it's his fault, even if he wasn't the direct cause of it. If he wasn't so stupid he wouldn't be in this situation right now. George's overthinking takes him over as he feels himself plunging back into a dark circle of blame and guilt that shadows his rational thinking.