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(George)

He heard someone calling his name from the doorway and opened his eyes.

Dream was standing there leaning into the wood of the door tracing it with his finger.

"Yea?" George breathed out causing Dream to shift his attention to him.
"You want breakfast?"

George thought about how Erika said he was fat and remembered he was cutting down on eating for a while.

"No thanks" he said flipping himself so his back was facing Dream.
"You didn't eat last night though"
"I know. I'm just not hungry"

Silence came from across the room creating an awkward energy.

"You alright George? Are you sick?" Dream asked his voice concerned.
"I'm fine Dream. I didn't sleep last night. Can you go please?"
"I- ok" he said sighing with footsteps following as they faded away.

Honestly, he wasn't tired. But he felt like his body didn't work.

Almost like he was nothing.

George threw his legs over the bed and sat himself up. A small sliver of light made a line from the window to the door.

He walked over to the closet full of clothes avoiding boxes spread out across the floor.

He grabbed a hoodie and some sweatpants then threw them on. The fuzzy inside of the hoodie sent chills down his spine as he comforted himself.

"Hey, George?" Dream shouted from downstairs.
"Yea?" George shouted back.
"I'm heading out to get groceries"
"Alright" he sighed. George wanted to be alone but at the same time, just wanted someone to be there with him.

His phone started ringing in the distance from the desk it was sitting on.

He slowly walked over picking it up and reading the name.

Erika.

He gritted his teeth as he answered.

"Hello"
"Mm hi, I need to come pick some stuff up and need more money. Me and the girls are going to the casino."
"Ok I'm at Clay's"
"I know. Your broke ass can't pay for a house anymore" she laughed before hanging up.

George thought about what he should do.

And he knew.

He knew damn well.

About 15 minutes later, Erika arrived at the house. Dream wasn't there so they wouldn't get into a big fight.

"Hey I'm here" Erika said walking past George and into his bedroom. "I still don't get why you aren't living with me"

George just huffed at the comment.

"Erika. Come here please" George said his heart rate picking up and his breath going shallow.
"Yea make it quick I'm busy"
"Ok" George paused "I'm breaking up with you"

Erika's expression turned from a normal face to a furious face.

"What?!" She yelled "WHAT?!!!!! IS THIS BECAUSE OF CLAY????" She shouted again pushing George backward causing him to trip over some shoes.

It reminded him of last night.

It reminded him of his childhood.

It reminded him of his father.

"GEORGE" she shouted laughing and grinning "You KNOW WHAT I SAID!"
"I know!!!! I'm sorry!" George shouted back at the girl hovering over him. She grabbed the collar of his shirt and lifted him so that his back was off the ground.
"YOU FUCKED UP GEORGE!!!!" She roared lifting a fist before sending it into George's face. He flew back down seeing blood fall around him.