My imaginary friend//Dnf

Chapter 1

TW! Death

“Aaaaaah!!” Cried George, as Dream shot him in his right thigh with an invisible pistol.
“Haha! I’m gonna get you!” Shrieked Dream.
Dream and George are best friends, well, imaginary best friends. Dream is a figment of George’s imagination. No one else can see him except for George. Everyday afterschool, they would play their favourite game together; cops and robbers.
“George! Dinner!” George's mum, Cheriee, called out.
“Bye Dream!” George yelled. “See you tomorrow!”
As George ran in, he took one look at Dream and smiled. They sure were best friends.

                              - ♡︎ -

A few years later, both George and Dream are now 13.
“George? Get up! It’s your first day of school!”
“Mum...5….more minutes..” I groaned. I dreaded getting up as it was my first day at a new school; Washington Middle school.
“My, my. You aren’t going to make a good first impression with an attitude like that” Dream chuckled. He leaped off the counter and started pacing around the room.
“What are you doing?” I asked, suspiciously.
“Well, if you don’t want the same title as you had in your old school, you need a new everything.”
“What’s wrong with me now?”
“Well- There’s nothing wrong. I just think you could use a new style.

And coming from a fashion expert like myself, I would say you definitely aren’t rocking your current style.”
I was jaw shocked. In case you didn’t know. My name's George. George Davidson. And the so-called ‘fashion expert’ Is my imaginary best friend, Dream. He’s my only friend, so he’s pretty much my everything. He’s, cute, charming, and a huge flirt-
I know, I know. Flirt? What do you mean by that? Well- he’s what you call the ‘romantic’ type. Me, however, gets flustered easily. So I'm a very easy target.

“Yes! This is the perfect outfit!” Cried Dream. Before i could think i blurted out,
“Oh no. No way am I wearing that” I shut my hands over my mouth. Here it comes.
“But you’ll look super hot." I groaned
"Not that you aren't already.” He quickly added.
Saw that coming. I could feel my cheeks flaring up. Dream laughed.
“You look like a human tomato.”
“Do not”
“Do too”
“Fine” I stuttered. “I’ll wear your dumb outfit. Just please stop.” I hissed.
“Stop teasing you? Pfft, not in a million years.” I smiled. What could I do without him?

“You never know, maybe if I look attractive, I could finally get a girlfriend!” I said, sounding hopeful.
Dream stopped pacing.
“You? A girlfriend?” He started bursting out laughing. I couldn't help but fit a laugh at how contagious his was.
“Yeah, what's the matter with that?” I struggled to say.
“You belong to me. So you aren’t getting a girlfriend” I stood there for god knows how long, with no expression on my face. I knew this was how we were, but it really got to me. After a long pause, Dream finally spoke up.
“You alright?” He asked. I was so tempted to slap him.
“No, I’m not alr-”
“George! Hurry up!” Oh shit. I really was late now.

I quickly changed into Dream's outfit, and dashed for the door. But before i ran out, mum pulled me by my collar and said
“Wait! I need to take a picture first!”
“A picture! Count me in!” Dream came running downstairs, ofcourse, my mother couldn't see him. But he acted as if she could.
“Smile!” Mother said. And I ran out the door as soon as the photo was taken.
“Goodbye!” Both mother and Dream cried out from the living room window.

                                - ♡︎ -

After a dreadfully long day of middle school, I was excited to come home to tell my parents (and Dream!) all about it. I finally made some friends!  But as I reached the same alleyway corner there was no house to be seen, just flames and a huge pile of burnt wood.  I stood there, pure shock. Then I saw him. My father being held back by some police officers, he was...screaming? Crying? That’s when it hit me. Mother. Before I could think, I felt myself running directly towards the burning building.

“MOTHER!!” I screamed in hope of her still being alive. Tears streamed down my face as I was just about to barge through the door, when I felt myself being enclosed by the firemen. I squirmed out of the firemen's grasp to dash inside the house, there was smoke everywhere. ‘Just get mother and leave’ I said to myself. 

Next thing I knew, I was standing in front of a tombstone labeled,
‘R.I.P Cheriee Davidson, beloved mother and wife’.
I wasn’t crying. It was impossible for me to feel emotion right now because I couldn't quite process what just happened. For all i knew, my mother was gone and all i had was my best friend who isn’t real.
DREAM! I couldn’t believe I forgot about him. As soon as I got home I searched everywhere for him. But I couldn’t find him..?
‘Just imagine him duh’ I thought. Hours later I felt as if my brain was about to pop out of my head. I tried as hard as I could but he isn’t coming back. Fucking hell. He isn’t coming back, the two people I loved are both gone now.