Star Boy - DNF

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T/W: MENTIONS OF ABUSE- READER DISCRETION ADVISED.

George sighed as he closed the door behind

him, feeling as though he were on top of the

world.

His mood was brought down as he stared at

the messy apartment he was living in.

After his dad was arrested, George was living

in a government provided apartment, he was

turning 18 soon anyways.

It was dark, clothes strewn everywhere, dishes

were piled in the sink, curtains pulled shut,

blocking out any and all sunlight.

It was hell.

Everyday when George went to bed it felt like hell.

Every loud noise from his neighbors felt like hell.

Everyday he was so scared that his dad was going

to come back and actually kill him.

All he saw was his dad's face, all red and pudgy.

His dad drunk, lazily sitting on the sofa, waiting for

George to get home.

All he could feel was the shards of glass clattering

against his skull.

Sharp pain pricking at his hands as he was forced to pick

up the opaque shards with his bare hands.

And fear burned through him, consuming him.

Leaving him to feel alone, isolated.

And the kids at school weren't much better.

Sure, he was invisible most of the time, but he

isn't Harry Potter, and he certainly doesn't have

an invisibility cloak.

He remembers his childhood.

The only thing keeping him rooted were his beloved

Harry Potter books.

They were worn with care, the corners slightly curling,

wearing away.

Marks appearing on the binding.

Pages yellowing further.

And most of all, it smelled like his mother.

After all, she was the one who read him the books

every single night.

Transporting him away to a world where he was safe,

away from the mean kids at school.

And he was thrown out of his thoughts when he saw a

text from Dream.

"We should do that again ;)"

This tiny crush was going to kill George and eat him alive.