See You On The Battlefield - Dreamwastaken x reader

Chapter fourteen

Sapnap did bring me food, an apple and a few carrots. I raised an eyebrow. 

"Are you guys putting me on a diet or something?" I said, half joking. 

"Not that I'm aware of. George organises the food for you." Sapnap shrugged. 

"That bitch really hates me, huh?" 

"Well, I don't think he hates you..." I gave him a look. "I mean, you could try to be a little bit nicer to him."

I scoffed. "Why should I be nice to him?" 

"Otherwise he would just not feed you at all." Sapnap said, smiling a little. "Trust me, arguments with George never end well." 

"I thought he was the nice one." 

Sapnap smirked. "He is."

We chatted some more until I finished my bland breakfast. 

"So, what's with you and Dream?" He asks casually.

I mentally groaned, knowing that this conversation was coming up.

"Nothings up." 

"So this morning was nothing?" He raised an eyebrow.

"What I said this morning was to annoy Dream. None of it was true." I said simply.

"Okay, what you said wasn't true, but you can't tell me that you guys weren't sleeping in the same bed, spooning each other. I saw that shit with my own eyes." 

"We weren't..." I trailed off, not knowing what to say. How do I explain that? We were sleeping in the same bed after all. "Nothing happened. Yes, you found us... in a somewhat awkward position, but nothing else happened." I said firmly. Sapnap gave me a look as if to say 'If you say so'. He clearly had other ideas. He left the room with my empty plate and I laid back down on the bed, wanting to nap. Loosing a lot of blood could make you extremely tired. I tossed and turned in the bed until my eyelids finally closed and my brain shut off. 

The girl looked at herself in the mirror. Her tear-stained face was emotionless as she remembered the look on the mayor's face as the ax dug into his neck. She remembered his lifeless eyes that once were filled with joy and laughter, now nothing. She remembered looking up at the man who had killed him, who had then killed everyone else in that village. She remembered the screams, the pleads and worst of all, she remembered just sitting there, letting all of it happen. In some ways, she was even worse than the man who had committed the crimes. The man who was in the next room, currently washing off the blood of the villagers off of his clothes. 

He blamed it on the voices. He always did. At first, the girl understood. She gave him her sympathy and held him close as he told her how bad he felt about it afterwards. And she believed him. He would describe every terrible deed that he had done and how he bad he felt about it. And she understood as she comforted him. Because she believed he could overcome the voices and become better.

That was until she experienced one of his 'episodes' in person.

That was until she saw how easy it was for him to kill those people in just a matter of a few minutes. That was until she saw in his face that he enjoyed inflicting pain upon others. Men, women, children, all dead. Gone. Because he had blown them to bits and because she didn't do anything to stop him. 

A cold determination set in her eyes and she knew what she had to do. She knew that she couldn't live this life, even if it meant that she had to leave the one that she loves- no- loved behind. She had to leave. But she had to be smart about it.

 Smart enough that he won't come and look for her. 

I groaned as someone shook me awake. I opened my eyes groggily and saw George standing next to me, shaking me awake. I glared at him. 

"What? I'm sleeping." 

"I've brought you your lunch and I'm not waiting for you to wake up so that I can take your plate away."

"You could at least cut me some slack. I mean, it's not like I was shot in the leg or anything." 

"You deserved it. You really think you could've escaped?" 

"So Dream told you." 

"No, he didn't." He rolled his eyes. "I went into your room and saw the glass and blood on the floor and the blankets all tied up together and I just figured it out from there." He looked down at my leg. "I'm guessing he shot you?"

"Yes, he did." I leaned backwards onto the bed frame. "And, by the way, I did manage to escape. I just got caught again."

"I would hardly call that escaping. You know that no matter how far you run, Dream will find you again" 

No matter how far or long I run, he will always be on my trail. He will always find me again. 

"I'm very good at running from my problems, trust me on that." 

"Why would you even try to attempt that though?"

I almost laughed out loud. "Because I was kidnapped so obviously I would try and escape." George tilted his head quizzically, a knowing look on his face.

"That's not the reason is it?"

I glared at him. "What do you mean?"

"Y/n, I'm not dumb. It can't be a coincidence that you decided to escape as soon as Dream told you about the duel with Tommy. You went to see him, didn't you?" He asked, his voice perhaps softer than he meant for it to be.

"Wouldn't you do the same if you knew that your best friend got themselves into a fight to the death that they can't possibly win?"

"It's not a fight to the death. It was one of the rules-" 

"Yeah well, the rules have changed." I snapped. I saw George's face turn from confusion to a look of realization. 

"Dream's going to kill Tommy." He said slowly. He looked up at me. "That's why you were so desperate." 

I didn't say anything, maybe because I just hated how easy it was to read me sometimes, or maybe it was because I didn't want to tell George that he was right about me being so desperate. I still didn't like him, even if he was being sort of nice at the moment.

"Thank you. You can leave now." I held up my half finished plate, giving it to him. He sighed and left the room, locking the door. Not that I pay attention anymore. My hopes of escaping were very low right now, especially with the lives of my friends at stake. I had to make sure that Dream won't hurt me or my friends before I escape again.

Dream.

 God, I hate him so much.