DNF Sociopath

chapter 3

Dream, as he wanted me to call him. Visited me every night. I wanted answers and if Dream provided them. I was going to let him keep coming. Surprisingly he was good company. Considering that he was a psychopath who's best interest was to probably torture and kill me given the chance. But still, apart of me wanted to see him so I didn't tell anyone about his visits.

The first night he appeared outside my cell, was near midnight. I had a clear but probably pointless question. As much as I loved my mother, she didn't love me. The only reason she left my father was because he was beating her because of me. And she grew bitter towards me. Being the small child I was, I had no idea of the hatred she harbored in her heart. But as I grew older, she started getting more abusive. Verbally and eventually physically. She told me it was my fault that she wasn't loved by my father, that if I hadn't happened then she would be happy. Most nights I spent sleeping outside in the backyard. She still took care of me, buying me clothes and feeding me, but only because of my grandparents threatening her that if she kept ignoring me, they would kick her out. So, she took care of me, but didn't try to get to know me. But still, I wanted to know what her last words were. If she did care somewhere deep in her heart. Maybe she did love me somewhere.

When he visited me for the first night outside my cell, everything seemed to stand still, as though time itself had stopped. Even the moon seemed to stand still, as nothing moved in the prison block I was in, given that there was no one else here to begin with. It was silence that I had never heard before, and it was in this silence that I awoke in, I knew he was here. I got up from the bed, and sat near the entrance as a soft clicking of shoes announced his presence, sitting near me, a moment of silence passed before I broke it with a quiet voice, asking my question,

"What did she say?" I already knew this was a bad question to ask but I still felt the need to know. Dream sucked in a breath, and he realized quickly what I was asking about. He sighed,

"Nothing meaningful, nothing important, what she did say, you wouldn't want to hear" he said in a soft voice, as my heart sank and I let out a dry giggle, lowering my head downwards, I knew it. Small tears formed in the corner of my eyes, as I pulled my knees up to my chest. I spoke quietly,

"Even knowing that... I guess...maybe..." I took a deep breath releasing it slowly, trying not to cry. "Just maybe... I had Hope... that somewhere... she didn't actually mean it... a small Hope, that somewhere. She did love me... after all... guess not..."

"George I'm sure s- "
"STOP!" why did this feel so familiar...? "Don't act like you care! You don't know a damn thing about me, or the things I had to go through to survive. You're not the one falling into the deep waters, you're not the one who grew up drowning! And I hardly know anything about you, yet you expect me to trust you..." I was mostly yelling at him, anger burned in my eyes as tears streamed down my face, though he didn't respond until he was sure I was done.

"I never told you why I want to be known as Dream. I know one thing though. You escaped from reality through dreaming, didn't you" I whipped my head to look at him. How did he know... "I'll be your dream you can run to." And with that, he was gone, and it seemed time had moved forward, I slept most of the day.

My head hurting for the majority of the time I spent awake. I cried several times, since no one was even allowed to see me, which just hurt even more, a few people came to check on me occasionally. But no one talked to me. I craved human interaction. It felt like a roadblock had been placed in front of my memories, and if it was there for a good reason I couldn't tell. I sighed and hung my head. As I slept, I visited a strange place. I awoke in a dream, I was in an unfamiliar room, 2 small kids playing around. A bed has been pushed up against a wall, and a closet at the back of the room. A window by the bed. The two boys were playing a video game, Minecraft, on the tv near the bed. One of them was a brunette with pale skin, like snow with a hint of pink, the other was a blonde boy, with tan skin and sparkling green eyes. The brunette suddenly shrieked, frantically pressing buttons on his controller, trying to get away.

"CLAY!!! IM GONNA DIE I'M ON HALF A HEART!!!" the brunette screamed.

"Oh George! Come here!" Clay said. Smiling like a maniac.

As I watched. I knew this was a memory. This was my room, while my parents worked, I invited a boy over to play video games. Then have him leave before my dad came back drunk. That boys name was Clay. Right?

I awoke with a start, the atmosphere felt different. It was like Time had once again, stopped, and only 2 people were aware of it. Dream was there, for some reason, just him being there drained all my anxiety built up today. My body relaxed. I got up and went closer, sitting against the cell wall. Resting my head against it.

"Dream?"

"Hm?"

"Why do you feel so familiar?"

"That's not the right question, at least, not yet." I hummed in response before asking another question,

"Then why don't you leave me alone?" Dream lifted his mask up a little, revealing a small smile, along with just a few freckles.

"I just can't. everything about you draws me in further," he said, turning to look away, admiration was in his voice as he spoke, "your voice, your personality, your eyes, and everything else. It's too addictive, I got a taste and now I'm craving more. No matter how much you push me away that just makes me want you even more. I can't get you out of my head, your like my drug, you make me feel something I never felt before. Its an pleasant, beautiful feeling. And it makes me keep coming back."

" like I said, you don't know a damn thing about me! Why do you care so mu-"

"I know a lot more about you than you think, Gogy" that name stung somewhere deep in my heart. But I couldn't find the reason why it hurt to hear that. But I hid the pain away and looked at his stupid mask, challenging him,

"oh really? Like what" be aware. I was not expecting a answer, but he gave me a smile, and began speaking.

"you were born in Florida, into a abusive household. And as you grew older, it got worse. By the time you went to school, you had many scars you kept hidden. As a kid you were quiet and distant to everyone. Until you met a very special boy named Clay. You two really hit it off and became best friends. Until your mother decided to leave your dad and move back to London with her grandparents, when you were 7. That locket is the last thing you have of little Clay, isn't it? That's pretty cute you kept it all this time." I was stunned for a few moments, he knew everything about me. But I had no idea how.

"How do you know about Clay? What did you do to him?!?" I stood up yelling at him. I was uneasy and very unbalanced. My legs shaking. I felt weak. He stood up as well, and walked over, leaning in as close as he could. All he said was 3 words. 3 words that were enough to tear my heart to pieces.

"I killed him." I fell to my knees, my first friend. My crush, the only one I had and could depend on, the only one I fell in love with. The one who brought color to my grey monochromatic world. I went pale and stumbled back. Clutching my locket. The last thing I had of him. Everything started spinning around me and I had a hard time breathing and focusing, colors blurred together into the seemingly hopeless world I once knew.

"N-No! Your lying!" I managed to say. As he leaned in grinning.

"Am I?"

End of chapter 3