Drowning (DreamNotFound)

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Dream inhaled the smoke into his lungs, exhaling it seconds later. He still managed to keep his promise. Some days it was hard, but George understood. Besides, all Dream had to do was text him, so some days he would text him an empty message just to let him know he was there. It was difficult, but he needed his friend to know he was okay. That word again. Friend. What an awful word. Disgusting, to say the least. 

Smoke filled his room and his mind began to slip out of reality. His thoughts began to blur and become irrational. He built up some confidence and pulled out his phone. He looked down at the blurry letters on his phone and pressed the call button. "Dream? It's so good to hear from you. I haven't talked to you on the phone in a while-" Dream interrupted him. "Hey, Georgie." He dragged out the 'e' and his words slurred together. 

"Dream? Are you drunk?" 

"No." 

"Are you high?"

"Um, maybe."

George scoffed. Every time Dream had called him since he left, he had been drunk or high. "Dream, I'm not doing this right now. You never call me when you're sober." With that, George ended the call. Dream was too high to even realize, he just kept rambling on about dumb topics. Once he finally regained his mental stability, he realized that George had hung up a while ago. 

"Shit," he muttered. He looked at the time. Three-o'clock. He had been talking to himself for an hour. Whatever. He could sort it out in the morning, he needed to sleep. So that's what he did. He slept. Not long. He was restless through the night, he was so stressed about what had happened with George. The memories of the phone call were foggy, but he could remember most of it.

When he awoke the next morning, he decided to make something to eat before calling George. Most days he wouldn't eat. The only reason today was any different was that he wanted to avoid talking to George. It wasn't because he didn't like him, it was because he was scared. He didn't want to face his best friend. 

Once he was finally done ignoring his problems, he picked up his phone. It dialed for a minute until it stopped, and a familiar voice rang through his ears. "Hi." He sounded so cold. His words weren't filled with joy like they normally were. They were empty. He searched for any kind of emotion in his best friend's voice but failed. 

"G- George. I'm s-" Before he could get another word out, George interrupted him. "No, don't. Just- don't. I know you are, but it's so exhausting keeping up with you." Those words made him freeze up and his eyes began to water, so Dream hung up the call. 

Exhausting. It was exhausting. He didn't want his friends worrying about him because of how exhausting it was. Maybe it would be better if he left them alone. Left this world maybe. Then, the only thing they would have to worry about would be funeral plans. He tried to step out of that mindset but his thoughts caved in on him. It was hard to think straight. 

The next thing he knew, he was standing on the ledge of a tall building. As he stared down at the passing cars, he wondered how he got here. Why was he doing this? What would George want? He couldn't do this to George. His real thoughts and feelings began to flood back and he felt guilty. He had to apologize. His thoughts became too much. He stepped off the ledge, pulling out his phone to call his favorite person. 

"I'm sorry, George. I'm sorry. I'm sorry." He repeated the same words until he was stopped by George. "Stop, please. I- I should be the one to say sorry. I shouldn't have said that it was exhausting. It's not. It just hurts. I want to see you get better and I want to help you through whatever you're going through." He paused for a moment. "Dream. Why did you say sorry?" Dream hesitated, slowly opening his mouth to speak. "I- I'm on a roof. D- do I have to explain more?" George sighed. "No, I understand. I'm sorry Dream."

-

Days passed and everything was the same. It was getting old. He needed some type of change. Only one thing crossed his mind. George. He was the only constant thing in his life. So, out of impulse, he blocked his best friend on everything.

The next day, when Dream was meant to text George, George didn't receive a text. He decided to give it another day, but when he didn't get a text that day he began to pack for Florida. He wasn't kidding when he said that if Dream didn't text him back he would come back. So, he did exactly that. After a few packing and planning days, he arrived in Florida.