SEDATEPHOBIA | Dream

IX

 "Sometimes your heart needs more time and pain to accept what your mind already knows"

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I ended up staying awake the whole night.

My eyes felt heavy and I felt drained. My feet brushed against the floor with every step as I walked into the living room.

I was the only one awake, meaning that the house was pin drop silent. I walked into the kitchen, wanting to drink somehting since my throat felt dry.

I didn't expect to see Dream in the kitchen as he struggled to make breakfast.

"Dream?",
I rasped out with a rough voice.

Dream jumped before he turned around quickly, knive at my throat. I looked at him with shock.

We stood like that for good five awkward seconds.

Dream cleared his throat, obviously embarrased.

"Oh, sorry, I didn't recognize your voice.",
he wandered off as he put down the knive.

"I...I wanted a glass of water.",
I spoke up again, my voice sounding like the one of a demon.

Dream turned around quickly, knocking off everything on the counter, which also meant out food.

He gasped as he looked at the food we were supposed to eat.

"Oh no.",
he slightly panicked as he started to shuffle around, searching for something to clean up.

I slapped my forehead before I took a nearby towel and cleaned  the mess he created.

"Well there goes our food.",
I mumbled to myself while crouching down.

I was about to stand up again, but fell down backwards when I was immediately greeted with a glass of water in my face. I groaned in pain before accepting Dream's hand as he helped me stand up. I snatched the glass with a glare as he whispered a little 'sorry'.

I sighed before I took a big gulp of the water, starting to feel better than before.

"You look tired.",
Dream remarked as he looked at me with a raised eyebrow.

"Didn't sleep good?"
he asked me, only getting a little nod from me.

"Do you want to talk about it?",
he asked me again with a gentle and soft tone.

I looked him before a single tear escaped my eye.

"I killed it.",
I explained shakily.

"I killed something that used to be a breathing human, Dream."

"I can still hear and smell it. The way it screeched and they way it moved.",
I started ranting, more tears coating my eyes.

He nodded as he kept listening.

"I-I'm a mon-"

"Eleanor",
he interrupted me sharply.

I watched him as he took a cautious step forward before placing a gentle hand on my shoulder, trying to comfort me in his own way.

"Eleanor, that thing was already dead. You're not a monster.",
he commented, his voice calming me down slightly.

"B-But-"

"No.",
he interrupted me again.

"Come here.",
he gave me a small smile as he opened his arms.