Tw: Death, blood, death of character, police, betrayal, suicide
Resume of last chapter before they opened their lockers
{ Clay's POV }
I opened my locker and grabbed everything I needed. I had a knife just in case I had to do anything... rash. I looked over to George who was reading my note "Whatcha got there Gogy?" I asked, trying to act oblivious. George looked at me with a confused smile "A letter. Someone wants me to meet them behind the school at 4:15..." George said, looking back at the letter.
"Well I'll leave you to it. I'll see you later George." I said waving, George waved and wandered off. I walked to the blossom tree and waited. I felt like someone was watching so I looked around for a few moments but didn't see anyone so I went back to waiting for George to come to the tree.
After a few hours of waiting I heard heavy breathing and shuffling. "Hello?" I heard George's voice that had a confused tone . I walked out from behind the tree with an embarrassed face "Dream?" I heard George say. I sighed lightly and looked at George who had a confused look.
"This is so embarrassing." I said with a light chuckle "George I... I like you. A lot. And I uhm... I wanted to know if you felt the same." I said nervously. It was quiet for a few moments so I looked up and saw George looking at the ground grabbing his forearm.
"I'm- I'm sorry Dream but uhm... I don't feel the same." George said in a saddened voice. Crack. Crack. Crack. I don't feel the same. I felt something crack in me. Why. Why. Why. "Oh?" I said, getting closer to George's now confused and concerned face. "I don't feel the same?" I repeated. I quietly grabbed the knife from my pocket and hid it behind my back "I DON'T FEEL THE SAME!?" I repeated louder.
I gently took George's jaw with a smile. I probably looked psycho. I felt psycho. I was psycho. "George, let me tell you something. If you're not mine, you're not anyone's. If I can't have you..." I connected me and George's lips, then plunged the knife into George's chest, right where his heart would be.
Blood went into my mouth from the blood going to George's mouth. I disconnected our lips and took the knife out of George's chest. "Then no one can." I said, letting go of George and him falling to the ground. I looked at the knife and then I heard someone scream "DROP THE WEAPON!" I turned my head to the left where I heard the sound. Cops.
Someone behind the cops had pink hair that was long and tied in a man bun with some of it down he had tears going down his face but he pretend he was fine "Dream, Dream, Dream. Believing someone through the phone? Remember Techno?" I heard the person say. Techno. That was Techno.
"Techno? I thought I could trust you!" I yelled. I felt betrayed. Broken. Empty. "I liked George! And I knew you were crazy, I just needed proof." Techno yelled, holding his phone and waving it, showing our messages and the pictures. I growled and then looked back at George's body. Then the knife.
Do it. Do it. Do it. Do it. Do it. Do it. Do it. Do it. Do it. Do it. Do it. Do it. Do it. Do it. Do it.
I plunged the knife into my chest and I heard loud noises as I did. My eyes closed and my vision faded to black. I couldn't be on this Earth without my George. And he wouldn't be either. The things you do for love.
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