wanna bet? | dream x Reader

September 7th 2021 | y/n

Angst, Remembrance of a dead friend, finding a dead friend after they've taken their own life.

(be safe, love you)

6:31 P.M

I sit silently with my knees against my chest. I haven't talked to anyone in a week. I've hardly moved in that time. My mom brought food by a few days ago. I had a few bites.

I want to make some progress today. I know it'll get better. And I know I can't just sit back, because it won't happen that way.

We weren't even close anymore, but that doesn't take away from the friendship we had all those years. My phone dings.

I lean back and flip it over.

Dweamy Wittle Pissbaby🤡

Hey? You okay?
Do you wanna talk?

I flip it back over and resume my still position on my bed. I'm in pain. I should be talking by now. People lose their families and are doing better than me by now. I'm pathetic.

Dweamy Wittle Pissbaby🤡

Hey? You okay?
Do you wanna talk?
Y/n, I know you see these
I'm worried about you.

I throw my phone on my carpet. It's incessant and I can't listen anymore. I then continue staring forward.

I lost them both. They lost them both. Atlas lost them both.

I don't know how to live in a world that they aren't in. Never have. I want them back. Back on this Earth. Even if we couldn't be friends after everything happened. Nobody stays close with their childhood friends, why did I expect to be different?

You don't know the pain anyone is going through, but your own. Hell, I hardly know my own. Daddy issues, which lead to trust issues, which lead to abandonment issues, and my abandonment issues are going to act up when someone dies.

That's just how it is. I need someone. Anyone. But I can't ask.

I need him.

He was always there.

And I'm finally coping that he's gone.

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⚠️⚠️Suicide Warning I'll say when it's over⚠️⚠️

"Hey y/n! You're finally here!" Isabelle grins and turns from the dining room table. Atlas waves nervously. "Sorry, my mom- Forget it." I smile.

I stand by the kitchen counter. Atlas and Isabelle set up whatever game we're playing later. "Evan should be up in his room. Don't know what's taking so long." Isabelle looks up. "I'll go get him." I head towards to stairs.

I see Evan's door and knock. He's always had the first room. The small room. The room that clearly nobody cared about. The story behind his birth is sad.

He didn't answer, strange. "Evan?" I laugh and knock again. He still didn't open... I'm starting to get nervous. I slowly reach down to the knob.