(hey everyone it's Travis again, this is sort of a vent so if my spelling is off, please don't correct it for me. I'm just trying to post something for you guys, but it's hard to do so currently for me so please bear with me. Please do read the tw I put, DO NOT skip the tw)
NO ships in this at ALL.
((TW!!!!: Suicidal thoughts, Suicide, Overdoses, self-harm, yelling, breakdowns, razors, body issues, transphobia in a way, body shaming, and body dysmorphia.))
no one's pov
Dream looks in the mirror wondering, "why am I so big..." grabbing at his stomach and moves it around, watching it move as he jumps. His eyes start to water as he thinks "why am I like this, why can't I be like the other guys so.. skinny and so much thinner than I am..." he lets the tears flow down his cheeks and onto the floor. he drops down onto his knees sobbing pulling his hair roughly, taking his anger and sadness onto himself, knowing no one would ever care enough to help him. his mind floods him with voices and thoughts saying "it's not like anyone would care enough to help you" "you can't make ANYONE proud no matter what you do." "you should just kill yourself, no one would care." "you'll never be a real man.". he yells, "stop n-no stop please I-I can't-..." gripping at his ears to try to shut the voices out, choking out loud sobs. he looks over to the drawer he promised himself to never open again, opening the drawer he finds an old rusty razor blade he remembers well. rolling up his sleeves seeing old scabs healing upon his arm. he lifts the razor to hover over his arm where the older cuts were placed, pressing down hard enough to feel a stinging in his left arm, little droplets of blood from where the cut had been placed. he continues till there were cuts scattered up and down his arm till there's nothing but blood and tears overwhelming the boy. he looks down feeling disappointed in himself. sobbing even harder till he starts to panic and struggles to breathe from the blood loss. he turns his head to a bottle of pills sitting on his nightstand, he grabs the bottle and opens the top. dumping a few onto his hand and grabbing a cup. he then starts to sit up to grab his phone feeling dizzy and fainty, he grabs his phone and calls the closest number he can click. the phone rings for a minute, he then dumps the pills in his hand into his mouth and chugs the water, and swallows letting himself let go of the pain the world brought onto him. gripping at his neck he hears a voice come from the phone. "Hello? Dream, you there?" a soft tone says. the voice sounds a lot like sapnap's, he grabs his phone with the last bit of strength he has to move, and replies to sapnap "*cough* sa-sapnap- *choking sound* p-please hel-" the line then go quiet. sapnap understands what dream was saying, grabbing his car keys running out the door phoning 911. he arrives shortly after, banging and pounding on the door yelling "DREAM, DREAM- PLEASE LET ME IN!!" the police come rushing, barricading the door trying to breakthrough. Dream hears them outside the door losing his vision as his tears slide down his cheek as he slowly takes his last few breaths. "ON THREE! ONE, TWO, THREE!!" they yell breaking down the door, the door goes flying as the sight before them is terrifying, a boy whose smile used to light up the room, a boy whose laugh was contagious and mood-lifting, now laying on the floor pale with foam coming out of his mouth and tears on his face, the worst part is, He had a smile on his once beautiful tanned now pale face.
Rushing to the hospital to get his stomach pumped, sat three friends scared and in pain to know their happy, caring friend wasn't as "happy" as he acted, now realizing the meaning behind the smiley mask. all of them hoping dream will be fine. time flew past slowly and the agonizing wait made it harder for the three to know how their friend is. a nurse walking out of the emergency room, looking at the three asking "are you three Sapnap, George, and BadboyHalo?" they all nod their heads. they tell the three to follow them. they walk slowly to the room dream was in gasping at the sight before them, seeing their friend hooked up to so many tubes, sticking out of his arm, orotracheal intubation in his nose. they make their way to the bedside chairs and sit, talking to dream like he was awake. The heart monitor starts to flatline as they yell for a doctor who rushes in quickly and pushes them out. An hour passes by agonizingly slow. A nurse walks up to them and says in a soft tone "We're sorry to inform you but.. your friend dream.. has passed away.." they turn their head away from the trio. sobbing ensues in the waiting room as the trio sobs at the news.
The next day they plan to tell the rest of the SMP, the news goes by quickly throughout the smp, grief fills the air around the smp. they all plan a funeral for Dream. setting up his burial near the community house which he loved dearly. the funeral ended up being set for the next day. everyone attending the funeral, while they talk and ask "why would he do it..?" or "he had no reason, he was always smiling and happy!" time flies by quickly to the moment when they had to bury their leader's soulless and pale body. placing flowers down afterward with gifts and a picture of dream with patches. knowing he'll never come back the smp tries to go back to normal but it's hard without dream being there to make everyone laugh and giggle at his funny jokes, his amazing sense of humor, and to comfort those who aren't feeling good like he once was. the smp loses it's beauty, the flowers close in on themselves, the leaves on the trees start falling, and the sky loses it's beautiful blue tint now turning grey.
(okay so I want you guys to decide if you want a good ending or a bad ending. good news most people voted good BUT I will be reposting it with a bad ending aswell since you guys waiting so patiently for an update!))
