My imaginary friend//Dnf

Chapter 2

TW! Abuse, Mentions of drugs

3 Years later...
I woke up to the sound of my alarm clock. Great. I could hear my father downstairs, probably drunk again. Ever since the 'incident' with my mother, he's been getting into all sorts of drugs. Weed, alcohol, you name it. I don't blame him though. I would do anything to escape from this reality.

"Bye dad!" I quickly said before I dashed out the door and ran to my bus stop.
-♡︎-

As soon as I got to school, I searched for my friends. Surprisingly, I had a large friend group. But I had 3 main friends. Sapnap, Quackity, and Karl! Karl was my absolute best friend, he was my first friend ever since middle school.

"Ugh, I have maths." Groaned Sapnap.
"It's not that bad. Your just dumb" Quackity said in a low voice, Karl and I laughed.
"I heard that." Grumbled Sapnap.
"Fine. Your not 'dumb'. You're just below average for a 16 year old" Quackity spoke up a bit. Quackity and Sapnap weren't the friendliest with their words. Quackity is brutally honest, and Sapnap is just plain rude.
While they were bickering, a girl called Ellise approached us.
"Hey guys!....Hi George" She said, exaggerating on 'George'. She looked over to Quackity and Sapnap who were still arguing.
"Guys, guys. Stop blabbering and let's go before we're late" I said.
"Ok George!" Ellise giggled, then reached for my hand.
"Umm, Ellise.." I mumbled, Red-faced. I sure haven't changed over the last few years.
Ellise battered her long, thick eyelashes at me.
"Yes?" She said,
"N-nothing" I stammered. We walked hand-in-hand to class with awkward silence. Well, the tension wasn't awkward, I was.
We've been friends for only a few months but she definitely clings to me more than I do her.

Class was boring, it always is, but as I was just about to walk out of school I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around to see Karl standing there.
"Hi Ka-" I was cut off by him dragging us out of the school doorways.
"What are you doing?" I said.
"I'm trying to make sure Ellise isn't here. She always takes you away from us before we get a chance to talk to you!" He began. "Anyways- Let's go home now, don't want her coming near you again for the 100th time today"

I didn't understand why none of my friends liked her. She was really nice.
And I liked her! I think...

-♡︎-

I got home at 3.15, completely soaked from the rain. I didn't check if my father was home so instead I walked inside my house. Before I could ever reach the stair I felt a bottle clash against my bare skin. I winced as blood dripped from my forehead.
"Where the fuck were you all day?" Dad spat at me.
"With Karl at school" I said, not too loud.
"Pathetic, your little boyfriend? That's disgusting. No son of mine is gay."
And before he could do anything more I ran up the stairs and locked the door. I started wondering why dad thought I was gay. I'm not! I'm straight.

I looked in the corner and noticed a few open boxes laying around. Inside were...photo albums? I couldn't help it,
so I grabbed one out and skimmed through the pages. Most of them were me as a baby, but I came across a certain one.

It was me in a flashy outfit with slicked back hair. Oh I remember this! It was me on my first day of school, I smiled. But...there was also something else there. Wait no.. someone? He was tall, dirty blonde, and had these beautiful emerald green eyes.
"OH!" I suddenly remembered "My imaginary friend from years ago!" I forgot about him. Ah what was his name?
"Dan..Damian?" No. That's not it.
"Think George...Dre.. Dream! DREAM??" I shouted, but quieted down so dad couldn't hear. Dream... my old friend.

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Word count: 665 words
Hi! So I'm now getting more into the story :)
Sorry if it's bad, but I just really wanted to post this because I actually really like the story line!
Anyways, have a good day/night <3