I'm so sorry - a Yandere Dream Story

one.

I'm sorry, I don't know why tears come out, gosh I'm such a crybaby.

Stop crying, you'll embarrass yourself.

Well only after what happened, I suddenly started to cry more.

Just stop.

"Get him some tissues, he'll wet the forms."

Oh thank you, thank you.

Couldn't be any sooner.

"Do you need a minute to-"

NO!, no please, continue.

My hands may be shaking, my heart may be racing but I can't wait for everyone to hear my story.

"Well, we'll start from the very beginning. How did you meet George Davidson?"

Woah, the beginning. Can't wait to tell you.

Again. I'm smiling.

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School. I finally got my own car. It was a dark green van. Already suspicious I must say.

The parking lots inside the schoolyard were always occupied, so I knew I had to find some other place to park my car. I didn't really care, as long as I won't be late.

I managed to enter the school at a reasonable time but I knew everyone was already sitting in class, waiting for the teacher to start the first lesson.

To my surprise, I wasn't the only one to enter this late. There was he. A beauty amongst men. A short, brunette came rushing through the doors to the school. He bumped into me, as we tried to walk in at the same time. He apologized in a hurry. I could hear his clear, British accent. Even though there wasn't much he said. But the words "I'm so sorry." were enough for me.

I couldn't help but to look after him. He wore a baby blue hoodie with the numbers "404" printed in red. He wore glasses, but they were placed on his head. They looked like sunglasses.
He wore grey sweatpants which didn't match his outfit. But who am I to judge.

The school bell rang as I jogged up the stairs to my classroom, opening the door in a hurry. Curious eyes glared at me. I was so lucky that I was one of the popular guys, so being late didn't matter.

I made my way to my chair, greeted my friends with a simple handshake as I walked by. They were happy to see me. I was happy to see him.

Time went by really fast, even tho time always moves like a snail when you're exited.

It was lunch time. Some girls bought me lunch and asked me to sit at their table. I put on my friendliest smile and convinced them, that I had stuff to attend to.

I wanted to search the whole school for the beauty from earlier. But I decided to start with the rooftop. He seemed new, I never saw him at school or maybe I never acknowledged him. Newbies always sit on the rooftop. That's something that I or maybe some other bullies learned from the past years. It's kinda like a trap for them, if every bully knows, where the new people hide. Well it's not my problem.

There was he. Sitting in a corner of the rooftop. Seemed like he listened to music. He made a motion which looked like he pulled something out. Must have been his earphones, I don't know anymore. I know I stared him deep in the eyes as I approached him. His discolored eyes looked so beautiful in the beaming sunlight. One was sky blue and the other honey brown.

He looked at me with curiosity and confusion. I smiled and sat beside him. I said that I got two sandwiches instead of one, so I offered him one. He smiled so brightly. He said he needes his money for the way home. His mom wanted him to buy some groceries after school and then go by bus. So he couldn't buy lunch at school.

Gosh we talked so much. We forgot about time and the school bell rang again. He told me his name in a hurry. He already knew my name. I was popular and as I thought, he was at school all the time. I just didn't acknowledge him. How?! How didn't I see this beauty? We could've met a long time ago. Maybe I wouldn't have snapped then. haha.

After school I saw him run out. I remembered he was supposed to grab groceries, so I quickly ran to my van and drove to the next store. I was in luck there was a gas station so I used that as an excuse. Even if I really needed to go to the gas station.

He walked out of the store with two bags. They looked heavy. I stood next to my car, pretended that I just finished and tried to go in.

"Hey Clay!" I smiled.

Oh hey George, the bags look heavy, want a ride? I asked nicely. With a bright smile he hopped in. He thanked me every couple minutes. It was cute but I got it the first time. Well I didn't complain because as long as I could hear his voice, he could say anything he wants. Even a thousand times.

I took this opportunity of a ride to ask where he lives, so I could've driven him there but he said I could throw him out at a nearby street. He said he was able to walk the rest alone. Sadly.

First there was silence but then he asked me about my car. He jokingly said it looked suspicious. I couldn't help but laugh because that's exactly what I said as I got it. I was a birthday present. Oh this goddamn car.

We talked about our families. How are the parents like, what tasks do we had to do on a daily basis. He told me that he lived alone with his mom. His brother already moved out and didn't care about the rest. His father died as an experiment at work failed. His mom got depressed and he didn't want to leave her by herself or she would probably starve herself. George did all the tasks. Cleaning, cooking, everything. To be honest, I felt bad for him. Only for him. So I offered to come in for today and help with some stuff. He could offer me tea in return. At first he didn't let me because guests shouldn't do the work. But I wanted to. That's how I got his address.

He had a garage I could use, his dad's car wasn't there anymore. My car did perfectly fit in there. We walked in and he showed me his house. It had two stories and were connected with wooden stairs. The furniture looked old fashioned, I liked it. He ran upstairs, didn't know why he was so in a hurry but I followed out of curiosity.

He suddenly stood still, I swear I saw his skin getting pale the second he opened a door. I was confused and took a look for myself. Oh. Shit.

I quickly called an ambulance, George had already collapsed out of shock. His mom was lying in her bed. It seemed like she used her last strength to stab herself a couple...well a lot. The police said there were over ten stab wounds. Blood was on the walls behind her, the bed was soaked with blood too. Her stomach was completely red. It looked like she cried. The blood was fresh, it seemed like she did it while George was in school. But why? He cared for her. Why was she so selfish and did this to him.

There were no signs of someone braking in. A knife was lying beside the bed. Her right hand was bloody
it only lead to her.

The ambulance arrived. Me and George were sitting on the couch. He was crying. Gosh how did my heart hurt at the sight of him balling his eyes out. I wanted him to stop but it would make me a terrible person, so I said nothing. I could only hug him, then I led them to the crime scene. They worked quickly, asked some questions. They said he should sleep somewhere else, so they could professionally clean the room.

I offered him to sleep at my place as long as he wants. Said that I lived alone and had plenty of space. He accepted. Wow we had met not long ago, still the same day and now he trusts a stranger to come home with him.

Pathetic.