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TW: alchohol, suicide, intrusive thoughts remover you are loved my dms are always open if you need to talk and ily <3
Home.
Some say it's where the heart is.
George's home was Dream. But Dream's home was somewhere else.
In Disney World, literally.
"George, George, we need to go to the Greece section to show Sapnap." Dream bugged George.
"Ok, ok, we'll get to it we got all the time in the world."
"But George.."
"Dream, we can start at Greece but I want to go to Mexico and see the river ride."
The river rides were the only ones they were going to ride, and seeing how they could both not handle big roller coasters, and drink alcohol, Epcot was the right fit.
"Ok George, but can we go in the big ball too?"
"For at home Dream, for at home."
"GEORGE" Dream screamed turning very red and bashful.
"I'm kidding, for now." George had mumbled the last part, but Dream heard it.
"Whatever, I'm going to Greece."
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It had been ten hours, ten hours of non stop drinking and food tasting, and lets just say, they were drunk.
Drunk, drunk.
George suddenly got an ear splitting headache, it might've been from the heat, or the alcohol, or both. But all George knew is that he was down, literally down, like falling down.
An ear splitting headache suddenly filled the air and he was met with a bright light.
And then he woke up
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"George" a familiar voice said
"George" another voice said
"Gogy !" A voice who's identity was a little easier to figure out, but there was one more.
"Georgie..." the last voice spoke.
"Mum?"
"Darling, it's been so long.."
"It has George, way to long.."
"How am I taking to you, your dead Mum."
"Oh Georgie, do you not remember?" His mother asked him.
"Remember what?" George said curiously.
"The 'accident' as the media calls it."
"What? What accident?" George said suddenly extremely intrigued in the conversation.
"I mean we both know it wasn't an accident." His mother's voice, seemingly get more venom to her tone spat out.
"What Mum? Tell me what I did." George said loosing his temper.
"You killed yourself Georgie." His mother's voice now sounding like a politicians with the amount of hatred in it.
"What?"
"George, you killed yourself, you took the coward's way out because you couldn't handle the heat, you're a pathetic little bitch who still hasn't amounted to anything, for the love of god you have to cling onto Dream because he's the only thing that keeps you sane? Really George? Your just a spiteful little worm, you are dead to me George." The voice mid sentence morphed into the one he had always heard.
His voice.
"no" George begged.
"No." George pleaded.
"no please NO" George begged with himself to wake up form this nightmare.
And it worked.
"George baby, what's wrong?" Dream shook him taking him from that hell hole of a mental state to next to his lifeline.
"I had a bad dream."
"Oh do you want to talk about it?" Dream asked gently.
"No it's too bad to talk about"
"Ok I understand, I love you."
"I love you too, Dream.
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Please remember you are not alone, I love you, please try to eat and drink something and ily <3
-mads (she / her)
