SEDATEPHOBIA | Dream

VIII

"Just beacause I carry it so well doesn't mean it's not heavy."

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Silence.

A disgusting, heartbreaking moment of silence lingered in the air as everyone stood still.

The world seemed like it stopped as nothing moved, still like the marble statues in a garden.

My gaze slowly wandered to everyones' faces. Some looked shocked, some looked hurt and some looked distressed.

My eyes stopped at Nick and Dream.

Dream, who stood still, every muscle tense.

Nick however, looked broken. His face was filled with an unexplainable emotion as he limped towards the door with tears in his eyes.

His whole body trembled terribly as he stopped infront of the gate.

Thud.

He knocked at the gate once, then twice, and then?

A weak whisper, but powerful enough to make my chest hurt.

'"I beg you, please open up."

He kicked the door weakly before the first tears escaped.

"I said, open up."

His voice was now rough as he demanded the Impossible.

"OPEN THE DOOR!"

He screamed at the top of his lungs as he started to punch the gate, screams leaving him every time his fist collided with the metal.

"OPEN IT!"

He fell onto his knees before he started to sob, the pain of losing his family being to much for him to handle.

Weakly, his gaze lifted to my eyes. A hurt expression on his face before his eyes rolled into the back of his head.

He limply fell to the side, eyes now closed as the boy fell unconcious.

My whole body trembled at I looked at the silhouette of his body knocked out on the cold floor. It was the first time I ever saw Nick this broken.

My gaze wandered back to Dream.
He stood still with his fists clenched tight enough to make his knuckles turn white.

His lips were in a straight lins, and the rest of his face covered with the smile of pure blankness.
I could've sworn that I saw a single tear slip out from behind the mask, but he was quick enough to turn his head and wipe it away before anyone else saw.

I took slow steps before stopping infront of him, tears also streaming down my face.

Dream seemed to be in a trance, like he didn't notice me at all as the glare on his mask was set onto the entrance, never faltering even once.

"Dream?"

My voice was soft as I questioned him, waiting for a response.

Slowly, his head turned down to look at me, dirty blonde bangs covering the top as the mask smiled at me.
It didn't feel like Dream though.

I felt like something else was staring at me as his mask slowly started to look like it was glaring rather than smiling.

Slowly, Dream took a step forward before letting out a shaky exhale. I barely managed to catch him before his body twiched and went limp, collapsing right on top of me.

"Dream!"

I quickly supported myself on my ellbows as I stared at his still body.

Did he just?