His footsteps created an eerie sound to break the night time silence. George frowned, the words made no sense.
'What caused Clay to stop talking? ' George had asked.
'He's a weird kid, George. He has always been. Something traumatizing did happen in the past, maybe it's related to that? Perhaps it was a personal choice or all an act, just to get a little attention? Whatever it was, I don't have the answer to your question'
The words repeated in his head. And although her response didn't seem like such a weird thing, something wasn't right about it.
It's like a gut feeling, as if your mind is screaming at you to take a better look at her,
To keep your eyes on his mother.
What if she is the problem?
Perhaps it was her way of speaking that made George suspicious of the woman. Maybe it was the way she suddenly stiffened as George's words hit her.
Or it was just the late night sky and the dark road surrounded only by trees that drove him crazy. Maybe, just maybe, the boy wanted to be distracted from what has been lurking behind the trees, far out in the pitch-black parts of the forest.
As if on clue, a notification on his phone pops up, blinding George for a few seconds.
After his eyes adjusted to the brightness, his mind seems to be processing what he had just read.
'It's only a matter of time'
He's not wrong. It is indeed only a matter of time before he finds me, which makes the whole 'being alone on the street with no streetlights or anything that could potentially be used as a weapon' all the more terrifying.
The feeling that someone is watching him creeps up his chest and George decides it's the best to make a run for it. His apartment is down the street, he should be able to make it.
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Dream stud there, motionless. His eyes fluttered over the mirror. The light in the room was dim, yet still bright enough to make out the features on his face, the golden hair curling slightly, and his big green eyes sparkling by the little light there was.
Puppy. Dream scoffed at his own thoughts, I don't even look like a puppy
A smile formed on his face, and for some reason, he even let out a small chuckle. Rolling his eyes as he backed away from the mirror.
George wishes...
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George gasped for air, slamming the door shut behind him.
I wish he could just leave me alone.
He knew he had heard footsteps running in his direction, but even that could be an imagination.
He brushed his hair back, leaning against the door and sliding down, sitting on the floor with his knees to his chest for God knows how long.
How difficult can it really be to keep reality and your own imagination from blending together?
An anxious huff escaped his lips, and he pulled himself up, walking to the kitchen before double-checking his locks.
After a glass of cold water, he laid down on his couch. George wanted to message Dream, but fell asleep before he even could give it another thought.
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George
'Good morning'
'You're still joining us, right?'
09:25 am
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FanfictionDream is a selective mute. His mother desperately wants him to speak, so she hires someone to become his friend and gain his trust. Although he still remains silent, a deeper bond is formed between the two of them, one without the need of words. G...
