Two-steps away // based on dnf

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TW: slight aggression, swearing, mention of self-harm, nsfw

I just decided I didn't wanna name the chapters anymore soooo yeah. Anyways ENJOY!

"Dream I have to go." I was freaking out. I put my phone in my pocket. Dream grabbed onto my wrist before I could run.

"What's wrong George?" He said.

"Please just let me go dream!" I tried to get loose. His grip just got tighter. It hurt.

"Tell me why George."

"Please let me go! Don't do this again." I didn't want him to do this again. It's like I didn't have my own freedom.

"Tell me why your in such a rush." My sleeve started to roll up on my wrist.

No, no, no.

His grip only tighten. Tears started to form in my eyes.

"Dream, let go please.." he noticed I was starting to have pain in my voice. He didn't let go. I think he started to notice something through all the shouting and fighting, because he started to look down at my wrist, and loosen his grip.

"Show me your wrist George." His voice was demanding, and he let go of my wrist.

"No." I said back holding my wrist.

"Show me your fucking wrist George!" He screamed at me.

"Dream stop please, your drawing attention to us." I said softly.

"Oh? I'm drawing attention?! Then why don't you stop being so fucking weak and show me your wrist! Then maybe I wouldn't!" He yelled only drawing more attention. We still had some light left on the beach. It wasn't completely night, yet.

"Fuck you." I started to run away balling. I held my wrist still. It was a weak run, because I heard Dream running after me. I'm so slow. I soon fell and tripped over the sand falling onto my knees. Dream ran over and plopped down right in front of me. I didn't look at him, all I could look at was my wrist. It started to bleed faintly, from all the pressure.

"George, I'm sorry-"

"You wanna see my wrist? Well here you go dream!" I rolled up my sleeve showing scars and a fresh cut on the front of it. It was already purple like the rest of my wrist, and part of my arm. He grabbed my wrist gently, while I still balled. His touch was soft but it stung on the cut. I flinched when he touched it.

"Does it hurt?" He said softly.

"A little." I started to calm down.

"W-why are you doing this to yourself?" He rolled my sleeve back down and held my hand. I stayed silent, I couldn't tell him.

"Here I'll take you back to my house since it's getting dark. We can watch a movie how does that sound?" I looked up at him nodding. So he lifted me up and we started walking back. His touch was gentle. He didn't want to hurt me anymore than he did. I didn't wanna go home. I just hoped delly was ok. I'll figure out when to go back to her, I just can't right now.

Eventually we got to his house. He opened the door and his mother was sitting on the kitchen counter. She looked up as soon as we walked in.