forgottenn

after ninja's visit, nothings been going right for dream and george.

they've separated themselves from each other to avoid unwanted talks. dream has been wanting to take his advice, to not fuck it up, and to fix mistakes, but he always backs down when he sees georges teary face.

he hates seeing george like this.
the love on his life, depressed.

he was sitting on the couch, thinking of another way to tell george he was sorry. tell him he loved him, and couldn't bear to see him sad.

he heard george walk downstairs, and he looked sleep deprived.

"hey, i made some breakf-"

he opened the outside door, and slid the door shut, interrupting dream. dream sighed. why was he mad at dream? he knew everyone would be moving on a little slower than others, but its been a month.

he got up, and followed him outside. the gate that separated the front and back yard was wide open. there was a deep red stain that smeared across the side wall of the house. was he bleeding?

dream quickly looked around, seeing a pair of flip flops left pointing to the trail to the beach. he ran through each tree, stomped on every pebble on path.

once he made it to the beach, he panted, adrenaline rising as he couldn't find the man. where did he go?

he ran around the empty beach, calling out for any response back. he checked the bridge, where he and fundy made up this terrible game they played.

fuck fundy.

he checked near the neighborhood, the farthest he could go part of the water, and no sign of him.

he finally made it to his last spot, the cliff. in this beach, there was a cliff where you could jump in the water from. people had picnics up there, pool parties and barbecues. dream had never seen it not being in use before.

there he was. hugging his knees, hiding his face. george, curled up, sitting near the edge of the tip.

"hey, george.. i looked everywhere for you. you can't just run off like that. you scared me.."

no response. not even a sigh. not a sound.

"look, im sorry you haven't gotten over connor yet, but your not the only one he left. he was my first and only son. i loved him just as much as you."

again, not a sound.

dream exhaled, sitting beside him. he wrapped his arm around his shoulders, rubbing his forearm.

"we will get through this. together. just let me in.. you can't hate people forever. we can maybe watch a movie when you get home, we could play a board game?"

he waited. he was always patient with him, but he just wished he'd respond. say something george.

"i love you so much. you mean everything to me."

he kissed his head. his body was cold and felt lifeless.

dream leaned his head on his shoulder, and listened for any breathing signs coming out of him. nothing.

"..george?"

he took his hand away from his forearm, and felt a substance in his finger tips. he looked at his bloody hands, and saw a huge knife, pushed deep into georges abdomen.

he screamed. a scream so loud and so horrifying that it made dream light headed. his screams turned into wails. he backed away from his lover, and as his corpse fell back, dream held his head back, hovering from the ground.

his eyes closed, like he was sleeping ever so peacefully, but so so pale.

he screamed for help, for anyone to come and help him. he gave cpr, trying to wake him up. george couldn't die on him now, he just couldn't. it wasn't possible.

his chest compressions turned into slams. he slammed on his chest, demanding that he breathed. demanding him to come back. praying and wishing that he would just kiss him one last time.

he waited there for his lover to arise until 9pm. the medics rushed infront of dream, picked him up and loaded him in the car.

everything faded away. the sirens, the chatter, his own sniffles. he knew who did it. the first bitch that came to mind.

fundy. once a wastaken, still a selfish bitch.

this game they played, is over. its been over. its now and will always be, over.

he wanted fundy dead. he swore that he would kill him, not matter if george was dead or alive. he wanted a knife right through his heart.

he didn't deserve to love. never did.

dream was going to make sure that fundy was never remembered in human history ever again. that people didn't even know he was born. and everyone who did know him, will perish and die with him.

fundy will be forgottenn.

and killed.

even if it was the last thing dream would do.

forgottenn. forever.