DNF Sociopath

chapter 5

I awoke in pain and confusion. My right shoulder was aching, I opened my eyes and was met with a dim light. I felt warm and comfortable, and for a second. I thought, 'is this what death feels like?' before dismissing that thought. I was not dead. I was shot. But not dead. I was laying on a warm bed. I sat up using my left arm, hearing a slight clink of metal, I lifted my left arm to see that it was cuffed to the bed. 'well, this is great.'

Looking at my surroundings didn't provide much, the room was dim, but I was in a basement. It was mostly bare, apart from the bed I was on, and a medical table with scalpels and knives on it across the room. There was a staircase on the right-hand side of me. About ten feet. And on the left side was pictures tied together with different people tying back to me. Everyone I had ever known, exhaustion filled me, and I couldn't understand why this was happening, why me out of everyone else. Why did I have something that drew him in.

"I can't get you out of my head, your like my drug, you make me feel something I never felt before. It's a pleasant, beautiful feeling. And it makes me keep coming back." Dream had said. How was I addictive. I was a boring kid who had an abusive past. Coming here to escape trauma and pain. Only to find it was with me the whole time. I sat down on the edge of the bed, thinking on it, before I felt tired again. my body needed rest to heal properly so I laid back down on the soft blankets and slid under the covers before realizing I was wearing different cloths. White T-shirt and shorts. My throat felt dry. I looked to the side to see a glass of water which I downed. Laying back on the soft bed and drifting back off to sleep.

I woke back up, and my stomach made an angry growling noise. I smelled a amazing scent and looked at the bedside, it was a plate of food. It had cut up porkchops (Dream finally killed Technoblade) mashed potatoes, and green beans. A glass of milk sat next to it. Judging by the glass of milk it was still fresh. I sat up and looked at it. Not wanting to touch it at first. If I ate without permission mother would be mad... oh wait. She's dead.

Like bitter water, a bad taste filled my mouth, and threatened to drown me in sadness. I swallowed my hurt down and felt resistance in my right shoulder, I lifted my shirt and saw bandages around my shoulder. I let the clothing fall back down and picked up the fork, beginning to eat. It was delicious, the door to the basement opened as my eyes widened and I began to eat rapidly, as if it was going to be taken away. The stairs creaked as someone descended. I sat cross legged, and finished eating as the door opened, I set the plate back, and drank the milk, for some reason. I wasn't scared of him. I knew he wouldn't hurt me. He was still tall, and still wearing a mask. He took a step forward as I shuffled back, even if I wasn't scared. I still didn't know if he wanted to murder me. But my cuffed wrist made it hard to move far. He stopped and sighed.

"You know I went through a lot of possibilities and scraped many ideas on what to do when I was going to take you. But you surprised me with the one possibility I didn't expect." Dream chuckled, "Shooting Skeppy, I thought you had a better control over your emotions George, I really did,"

"Well, you thought wrong, can I at least ask a question?" I asked quietly.

"Sure, go ahead."

"is he alright?"

"He's fine, he's been hospitalized, and you ruined any chance you had at escaping. But that's another time, you seem scarily calm for someone who shot a man,"

"He deserved it, though it doesn't justify my actions, being completely honest I should've shot you instead," I said, as he let out a tea kettle like wheeze and nodded,

"You really should have, Georgie, you really should have."

"You sound like a tea kettle,"

"I get that a lot, but Skeppy is alive and alright, you missed and hit him in a non-lethal spot." For some reason that brought me some relief and I sighed. Dream walked over as I felt tired again, he gently laid me back down and lifting his mask, kissing me on the forehead, as I began to drift off. I heard him say,

"Your still recovering, just get some rest." My world drifted into darkness once again.