𝗺𝗰𝘆𝘁 𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘁𝘀 [𝘀𝗺𝘂𝘁,𝗳𝗹𝘂𝗳𝗳,𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘀𝘁]

i dont even know [dnf] 🖤

tw: abuse, death, blood

"why can't you just love me?" tears ran down the brunettes face as he sat on the couch in the living room.

it was dark. cold. george hated the cold.

he hated how he had to always tip toe around dream...never knowing when he would break.

for the matter, it wasn't dream who would break...it was george.

because there's only so many hits you can take, so many vases you can break, and so many bruises you can cover up until it's...unfixable.

"george...i do love you, you need me. you're nothing without yourself. you can't leave"

and he couldn't. he couldn't do anything.

he was the helpless lamb that followed along with the herd.

the child that always accepted candy from strangers.

so now, he sits on the couch. in the dark. in the cold; which he hates. with red puffy cheeks and cold tears slowly running down his face.

regret raging in his veins.

as he looks at the torn up furniture, the glass on the floor, the broken window.

when will he wake up from this nightmare?

why don't people talk about the side of abuse which is the hardest.

you might be asking...? what is that.

it's getting out.

alone.

on your own.

you depend so much on a person that breaks you.

they rip your fragile heart in pieces just to stick a needle into it with a thin line of thread wrapped around it to put you back together; just to rip you back apart.

dream walks to the couch and sits next to george, "hey don't cry...you know i love you. sometimes i just get angry okay? you just need to learn to listen" he tired to wrap his arms around the other but george pushed away.

strike one.

george wasn't stupid. he was brainwashed by the person who was supposed to love him most. to protect him with all they were.

but this time, this time was different. george was tired of it. exhausted. three whole years. three whole years nobody noticed that he was getting hit by his boyfriend.

he was tired of being a dog with dream constantly yanking at the leash. he wanted to be free.

"dream...i'm done"

"done with what?"

"with this relationship"

strike two

"i'm sorry what?" dream voice grew dark.

"i'm leaving. i'm packing my shit and leaving..." george said loudly as he stood up and walked away.

strike three... you're out!

"and what makes you think you can leave?" dream stood up as well following the other into the nearby kitchen.

"dream i can't do this anymore! if you keep acting like this you might as well kill me!" george invoked the other with a scream.

dream smiled sadistically at george, "fine...then"

the blonde ran at the other and pinned him down at the ground. straddling his body and putting a harsh grip against george's neck. choking the life out of him.

george fought back...with every bone in his body.

he screamed, he kicked, he yelled, he scratched. anything to get the man off him.

until he felt around the kitchen floor and got held of an object.

and stuck it right into dreams chest.

the blond pressure on george's neck stopped as he was finally able to breath again.

a blood patch formed at the middle of dreams green shirt. spreading out slowly.

george's breathes were heavy...as he pushed dream off of him and ran to the door to escape.

but he was stopped by someone standing at the door anyway.

sapnap.

sapnap looked at george up and down, "what the fuck—" he said as he looked past george into the house and saw the destruction. "what- the hell is going on in here?!" he screamed as he ran into the house almost stoping in his tracks as he sat dreams lifeless body there with a pool of blood surrounding it.

"what- what did you do?"

"i- i- don't even know"

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(wc 666)

i just wanted to write something sad ngl

also, does anyone wanna be friends? i'm bored. pls dm me!