Here For You

6

TW's:
-Throwing up (motion sickness)
-Self harm
-Bullying

George's POV

After the awful bus drive, we waited for the ferry. I talked with Sapnap for a little and I saw him argue with Clay after that. I knew Clay hated me and I didn't like him that much either, but now I saw him sitting alone, I pitied him. He seemed sad, something seemed wrong.

I didn't go to him, because he would just hurt me again. Instead, I waited alone for the ferry to come as I grabbed my phone to text Dream. I wasn't going to tell him about Clay, I was just going to tell him that I was waiting for the ferry to come.

Gogy
I'm waiting atm, are you okay too?

He replied immediately again, making me smile.

Dream
I'm waiting too, glad you texted me

Gogy
Are you alright?

Dream
I'm fine, I don't want to talk about it <3

Gogy
Okay :) I'm here for you whenever you're ready

Dream
Not sure if I'm ever going to be ready, you will hate me after and I don't want to lose you

Gogy
I won't, I've trusted you with my self harm secret

Dream
This is different, way different

Gogy
I'm still always here for you

Dream
I've just messed up my life so badly, I can't easily fix this anymore.

Gogy
There's a solution for everything, Dream. I love you and I will help you when I know

Dream
But there's no talking it right, I've done messed up shit and I'm aware, but I can't stop.

Gogy
Why can't you stop?

Dream
Cuz I have a hate within me, such a big hate that I feel like this is the only way to get rid of it

Gogy
Talking about why you feel that hate helps a lot

Dream
I don't want to, I'm sorry. Maybe someday, I just don't want to lose you yet

Gogy
You won't lose me, but sure <3 I love you either way

Dream
I love you too, text me when you arrived <3

Gogy
I will, bye

Dream
Wait, why did you text btw? Do you want to hurt yourself?

Gogy
I have thoughts about it, but I won't <3

Dream
Okay Gogy, bye :)

I turned my phone off and saw the ferry was arriving slowly. I waited for another fifteen minutes and we could go in after that. I sat down in a corner, watching out over the sea as I looked at Clay. He was sitting next to Sapnap again and he seemed really sad.

I didn't know what to do about it and looked at the sea again. The ferry had started moving after a while and I immediately felt nauseous again. I didn't want anyone to get mad at me so I walked to the toilet. I locked myself in a stall and just sat down on the toilet to make sure I had something to throw up into.

TW self harm

I looked down at my hoodie and lifted my sleeves up, looking at the wounds on my arm. I didn't have a blade here, so I started scratching my wounds open, causing them to bleed. In the end I scratched my skin with my nails until I was bleeding and stared down at my feet, letting out a sigh.

TW over
TW throwing up

I started feeling more and more nauseous and ended up sitting down on my knees in front of the toilet. It didn't take long for me to throw up and I heard footsteps in the bathroom.

TW over

'Are you okay? Who is there?' I heard Clay's voice.

I startled and didn't dare to move myself, although I knew I had to come out of the stall at some point. I sighed, prepared myself for the mean things he was going to tell me and I flushed the toilet. I unlocked the door slowly after rolling my sleeves down and looked at my feet as I passed by Clay.

'Oh, it's you again.'

'Sorry.'

Clay rolled his eyes, but he didn't say anything. I looked around me to find something to drink out of, but it didn't seem like a great idea to drink the water out of the tap. I didn't have my water bottle here so I sighed a little bit.

I saw Clay hesitating and then handed me his water bottle. 'I don't need it back,' he muttered as he went into the stall.

I smiled shyly as I drank some water after that. I spit it out to wash my mouth and drank something again. I was happy that Clay didn't get mad at me and even handed me his water bottle.

TW bullying

Clay flushed the toilet again and washed his hands, looking at me shortly. 'Why are you still standing here, idiot?'

'I just want to stay here for a bit, I'm nauseous.'

Clay nodded slowly and looked down at his hands. 'Okay.'

I smiled, but Clay looked at me meanly. 'Why are you still wearing a hoodie in this weather, asshole?'

'My mum made them and I find them cosy.'

'You're so dumb, they are ugly and it's way too hot to be wearing a hoodie.'

I looked down at my hoodie and shrugged. 'I like them.'

'Yeah, you like things like reading too.'

I pulled the sleeves far over my hands and hid myself a little as I tried not to cry because of what Clay was telling me.

'Why don't you just reply, idiot?'

'I don't know what I can say, I like my hoodies. It's fine if you don't like them.'

'You're such a child, go cry about your parents. When your mum dies, you won't be having those dumb hoodies of her anymore.'

'Why would you say that?' I whispered as a tear rolled down my cheek. 'I also don't talk about the death of your parents.'

'I don't even care, stupid baby. Go cry for them now you still can.'

'That's really mean,' I whispered.

Clay pushed me against the wall. 'AT LEAST YOU HAVE A DAD, PUSSY.'

Clay turned around and ran off.

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