everlasting || dnf

1.8

dreams pov

🔴tw- f slur, harsh words/yelling, manipulation...ish? sorry i forgot them before :/

george and i were laying in the bed, he was still holding me and my head still lie on his chest.

a soft couple knocks sounded against our bedroom door. my first thought went to scar, but i realized she wouldn't knock.

"wilbur?" george called, probably making sure it wasn't scarlet.

"yeah? who else would it be?"

i would've commented but i was to tired.

george told wilbur he was set to come in. he had asked me if i wanted him to move, but i told him no almost instantly. i gripped his hoodie tighter, he was the only thing keeping me hooked into reality. i could feel myself slipping.

wilbur had walked in the room. i don't know where he is, my back is facing the bedroom door.

why was i not enough for her?

you're not enough for anyone. not for wilbur, not for scarlett, not for sapnap or karl, not for george.

i know.

"is he okay?" wilbur asked over my shoulder, probably looking at george. i couldn't see. i was zoned out, staring at the edge of the bed.

"dream? can i tell him what happened?" george asked, looking down at me. i could feel his head move, but i was stuck. i muttered a simple "mhm" and hoped it would be enough.

"...okay." george went on to explain all that happened. i thanked whatever gods were out there that i was able to zone out enough to not hear anything.

wilbur slammed his fist again the wall, i tensed in george's arms.

"wilbur, quit it. you're scaring him."

i turned out of george's grasp and sat up, looking up at wilbur. neither of them heard anything, but i did. the sound i've memorized since the beginning. the stupid fucking beeping that scarletts door makes when she leaves it open.

"she-" i was cut off in an instant by loud bangs coming from the front door.

wilbur looked at george, confused. i was already up and half-way down the steps towards the door.

i heard both wilbur and george calling my name, but i couldn't care less.

i swung the door open, scarlett stood there. hair a mess, makeup running down her face, her shirt even inside out.

"couldn't even fix yourself up before coming? nice one." i scoff, she looks at me through teary and glassy eyes.

"dream.. please don't be like this."

"don't be like this?" i said, laughing. "don't fucking be like this? you did this to yourself." i said, my tone harsh and cold.

scarlett had pushed her way inside, casting angry looks at george and wilbur, mainly george.

"don't look at him like that." i growled, she snapped her head towards me.