yellow sticky note//dreamnotfound

chapter 39

just a heads up that i wrote this chapter. the other girl might write the next chapter

dream sat and blankly stared at the ceiling. He continued checking his phone for any new notifications, nothing.

he found himself hopeless, as he traced his fingers with his other hand, feeling his chest sink.

he still felt high, way too high to do anything about it.

he felt dizzy from stress, trying to close his eyes and let himself fall into sleep, but his mind was too full.

he felt a familiar lift as he let himself float into the emptiness.

he had no longer regretted pulling out the drugs.

he needed them.

george was his drug. his reason to wake up everyday and be ok.

this feeling wasn't the only thing to getting high.

he could feel anxiety rush though his vains.

he was scared.

scared of everything.

scared of his surroundings.

deep down in him was his own small self.

his weak spot.

it was terrifying to think about. he wasn't just some nice guy that was always willing to help.

he is just as weak as the others.

he could break at any minute if he wanted.

tears threatened at the corners of his eyes.

george's pov

carter gave george a confused look as he hid something under the blanket quickly.

almost too quickly.

"what the fuck are you hiding from me?" carter scoffed.

"nothing? what do you mean?" george panicked.

"i'm not fucking dumb."

carter stomped his way over to george.

the brunette tried to push him away, but he pulled the blanket off too quickly.

revealing his phone.

carter's eyes widened.

he grabbed the phone off the hard wood floor, ripping it from the charger.

george stood up to try and stop him but it was too late.

carter had stomped on it, shattering the screen.

george watched the screen shut off to black.

black.

every possible communication between him a dream was gone.

his hands began to shake as carter stopped stomping on it.

"you dumbass. why would you need a phone anyway?" carter began to yell but he caught himself right before his hand came into contact with george's face.

he pulled away, and stormed out of the room.

he turned back for a minute for one last word.

"why do you do this to me george,"

the brunette shriveled.

he began to sob.

you always cry

he felt guilty, for whatever the fuck he did.

but carter pulled away.

maybe he's better.

he's better right?

george's head pounded.

he needed sleep but there was no way he was getting any.

he crawled to the shattered phone.

the home button didn't work.

there was no hope.

two hopeless souls that have been torn apart.

nothing left but guilt and shame.

the two began to cry.

cry, break down.

but neither had no idea they were in the same situation.

on the floor, shedding tears of pain.

tears of regret.

tears of loss.