𝗺𝗰𝘆𝘁 𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘁𝘀 [𝘀𝗺𝘂𝘁,𝗳𝗹𝘂𝗳𝗳,𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘀𝘁]

numb [dnf] 🖤

sorry another dnf

tw: drug usage, implied smut (no detail)

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and there george sat. on the bedroom floor. with a needle laced with heated poison.

the substance that numbed you to a point of exhilaration. it made you cave into the thoughts of harm and despair.

the utterly harsh angst of death is now laid upon you, all by the liquid in the pointy medal.

you stick that shit right into your vein, throwing your head back with sealed promise of the numbness you'll endure after this.

you'll never understand how it feels until you finally do it.

until you finally let the poison run rampant through your system.

dream walked into there shared bedroom, sighing and sitting down next to the brunette.

"you couldn't even wait for me?" he sighed, pulling out a little white tab popping in into his mouth, swallowing it dry.

you must be asking, why isn't dream shocked that george is sat next to him, high off herion?

probably because the blond was the one who had bent the spoon back and boiled substance. the one that laced the needle.

what if both men liked drugs, they didn't have any means to help each other. they both sat in hell, and liked it.

i mean, it's addicting.

how is one addict supposed to even help the other when everything out your mouth is just fucking lies.

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"george you can't be doing this shit!," dream grabbed the needle out of george's shaky hands that were hovering over the injection sight on his arm.

george sobbed as he fell to his knees, wallowing in his own self pity, "bold talk from someone that is fucking high right now! who's fault is it i'm doing this?,"

dream seemed taken back as anger seethed out of him, "how dare you blame me for your foolish acts. you have a lot of audacity to sit here and blame me because you couldn't say no!,"

george got up with shaky knees and hit the other with his fist right in the shoulder, "i. hate. you." he said between hits as he backed dream into a corner.

he punched his fist on the others chest, not actually hurting dream, just letting the frustration out, "who was the one that injected it? who's idea what as it? who brought me to the room and who fucked me right after saying i was a 'good boy'. who did this to me?"

tears rapidly fell down dreams face as he realized, george was right.

dream was a disgrace, a monster, a terrible human that kills people under his presence.

a godforsaken menace, how dare he ruin such a pure soul,

"don't get it twisted, you asked for it, you wanted to try it, you gave me consent, you knew i was an addict. we were teenagers george! don't play dumb,"

before the other could respond, dream wrapped his hands around the distressed boys head,

"but you're right," dream slowly slid his back down the wall, bringing george with him, "i shouldn't have even introduced you to the idea, i should have let you continue, i should have never brought you to the bed, i should have never took you to my home that night, i shouldn't have dealed to you, i shouldn't come over every night to sleep with you just to leave in the morning, i'm sorry, i'm sorry i'm sorry, i'm sorry,"

he sobbed as the felt the ground below them, they cried into each other's arms.

that party, the one party seven months ago, ruined both of there lives.

george life was ruined with drugs.

dreams life was ruined with george.

because george was just another addiction dream had to add onto the list.

"dream, please promise me something," george whimpered under the pressure of dreams build as he held him tightly.

dream loosened his grip, "yes george,"

"promise me you'll try to get clean, that you'll try to quit the molly and lsd, everything. that you'll try to get better,"

george looked up the dream with piercing brown eyes.

those eyes that were so soft and delicate, yet harsh at the same time. they radiated heaven and hell. both love and death. two opportunities of utter chaos and deception.

"yeah, i'll try,"

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yet now, when george looks are dream with those same eyes, that demeanor is gone.

or, not really gone, just lost.

now they were clouded with nothing but broken pain, screams on agony.

nothing fulfilled him anymore, the only thing he craved now was dream, even more than the drugs.

so, when they slept together that night, trying to fulfill the lust and greed they wanted, both panting upon tired breaths.

they realized that this fucked up life, definitely numbed them.

and for all eternity they would have to scavenge for happiness like lost souls with the devil on both their shoulders.

how devastating.

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(wc: 814)

this is sadge :(

also please don't give in to peer pressure and do hard drugs. it's not worth it, i promise.