Drowning (DreamNotFound)

[5]

Home. After running for what felt like forever they were finally home. They ran inside, shutting the door behind them as they gasped for air. The three threw themselves back against the wall in an attempt to gain some stamina. With every breath they took, the cold air jabbed at their throats. 

As they regained their breath, the three began to speak. "That was scary," George said nervously. "Scary? That was so fun," Dream exclaimed. George smiled at his words, excited that his friend was finally able to get out and have any sort of fun. "I think I'm gonna take a shower." An unusual thing for Dream to say. It made George happy. Dream was getting better. 

Dream walked into his bathroom and began to run the water. He grabbed his phone and searched for a good song to play. After a while of browsing, he found one: The Beach by The Neighbourhood. He loved that song. He felt like he related to it somehow. He slipped off his clothes as he stepped into the steaming shower.

♫ If I told you that I loved you, tell me, what would you say? ♫

What would George say? He's said that he loved him before but what if he meant it in a different way? Ew, why was Dream thinking about his best friend that way? 

♫ If I told you that I hated you would you go away? ♫

He'd never tell George he hated him. He loved George so much it physically hurt. What the fuck? Why was he thinking about George, and why was he relating him and George to this song?

♫ Now I need your help with everything that I do. ♫

Whatever, it didn't matter anymore. Dream let his thoughts run free and he let himself relax. He didn't care anymore. Pushing away his feelings weren't going to get rid of them. What even were his feelings? 

♫ I don't wanna lie, I've been relying on you. ♫

It was true. He had been relying on George the past few days that he had been here. He was getting better too. What the hell was he going to do when George left? Shit. He hadn't thought of that yet. Everything that had gotten better was going to go right back to how it was before. 

♫ Falling again, I need a pick me up. ♫

That wasn't true for the time being but soon it would be. He didn't want George to leave. He needed George. He relied on George. 

♫ I'm sick and I'm tired too. I can admit, I am not fireproof. ♫ 

Fuck. He was falling apart at the thought of George leaving again. Tears began to fill up in his eyes. He tried pushing them away but the more he tried, the faster they fell. Soon, a few tears turned into loud sobs. 

♫ I feel it burning me. I feel it burning you. I hope I don't murder me. I hope I don't burden you. If I do, I do.  ♫

He got out of the shower as his cries softened. He threw on his clothes as he paused his music and the sinking feeling in his stomach didn't go away. The feeling was familiar. He wanted to cut. The urge was too much. He tried not too but he couldn't stop himself. Just as his sobs began to die out, they came back even stronger. He was full-on wailing now.

"Dream. Please let me in. What's going on?" The soft voice on the other side made Dream feel guilty. His heart broke. He walked over to the door before opening it. What George saw in the doorway was a vulnerable, crying boy that had blood gushing from his arms. George pulled Dream close as he sobbed into his chest. "I'm sorry, Dream." He squeezed the boy tightly and neither of them wanted to let go. Blood rushed down George's shirt but he didn't care, he cared about his friend more. 

A/N: This was a short chapter too. I think I'm gonna start posting short chapters more because I haven't had much motivation recently to write. I hope you enjoyed it regardless of the shortness!