Acknowledge [DNF]

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Dream pov

I can feel a soft breeze flow through the air. My hair was getting softly pushed back from the winds pressure- it was comforting. I could hear faint voices coming from the park only a few yards away as well as a few birds chirping away in a nearby tree.

The talking from the park soon turned to giggles and then to just full out laughing.  The two kids there looked to be about 14-15.  When I was that age I would of never went to the park, I mean I didn't even have anyone to take me anyways.

After a few moments of just sitting on a bench in the local park I got bored which led for me to head back home for the day.  I didn't have a car or anything of the sort so I would have to make do with walking until I did get something.  Once I reached my house after 30 minutes I sighed.

No cars were pulled into the driveway, no lights turned on from my view through the windows, and no people in sight.

I walked up the steps to my front door, unlocking it as soon as I was in reach.  When I pushed the door open my suspicions were confirmed- not a single person was present in this household, just me.

I sighed again and stepped inside, already bored out of my mind.  The house was bare, no food to be made and no dishes to be cleaned.  It seems like nobody has even lived in this house for some time, even though a family of 3 spend the night here everyday.

I ended up just going to my bedroom and hopping on my pc- that's all I really do these days anyways.  I decided to play Minecraft to maybe by sometime before somebody actually did come home, however that soon turned out to be a bad idea.

I was playing bedwars for sometime, duos specifically, with just random people.  Soon however I partnered up with this one guy, he seemed nice and even requested my discord so we could speak with eachother.  I accepted, I was 18 after all and didn't find a trouble in talking with strangers at my age.

"Hi..?"  A deep voice echoes through my headset.  I'm a bit taken aback by the low proximity of his voice, but quickly recover and respond right away.

"hello!"  I call out happily, stoked by the idea of actually maybe having a friend for once in my life. The call goes silent after I speak, making me a little self conscious on how I greeted the man.

"Are you like- 12?" The man asks annoyed. I frown- do I sound like I'm 12?

"no, no I'm not." I mumble, meanwhile trying to make my voice to seem lower like his was. The call goes silent again, making me wonder if the man on the other end was thinking of a reply or just simply ignoring me.

"why are you so energetic.. weirdo." He huffs once again annoyed. I sigh quietly and look over at my screen in which showed Minecraft. I place my hands on the keyboard and mouse and log off of Minecraft, not feeling in the mood anymore.

"Tell me, how old are you yeah?" He continues. I freeze in my tracks, thinking over a correct response to his question, however the man doesn't seem to want to wait.

"Answer!"

"I'm- im 18." I stutter frantically. It's fine Dream.. you're an adult- you can handle mean people on the internet.

"Prove it!"  He shouts which frightens me a bit.  Out of instinct I quickly look over at my discord and end our call, immediately blocking him after that.  I didn't realize until now that I was panting, scared of what this man could possibly do.

"god.." I sigh after calming myself down with steady breaths.  This is a moment where I wish I had somebody to maybe talk with about what was happening.  This actually happens frequently, maybe not the same situations, but I do get bullied and or told to do things in which make me uncomfortable often. 

It usually happens at school, but occasionally, just like previously, it can happen online.  That's normally because I publish videos of myself online though.  My dream is to become a content creator with fans and such and if I have to take all these risks to achieve it I will.

Suddenly, I hear keys coming from the front door.  I immediately knew that was my mother, arriving home after a long day of tiring work.  After work she normally picks up some fast food for the two of us, it's normally some McDonalds.

The front door swings open now, followed by a blond haired women in her early 50s.

"hello mom."  I greet her, making sure I didn't sound too childish this time when greeting someone.  She nods her head at me before tossing a bag of fries and a burger my way.

"Had to get a small fry, apparently they have a shortage of some sort.." She mumbles to me while picking out her own food from the bag.  I nod, not really paying attention to what she was saying.  I was more thinking about how to bring up the topic about what just happened a few minutes ago to my mom.  I felt the need to tell somebody, even though nobody is ever really interested in my stories.

"It-it happened again mom..." I sigh out, hoping she understood so I didn't have to go into details.  The blond women stares at me confused briefly after she finally got ahold of her food.

"What Dream?"  She asks, making me want to facepalm.  I've told her stories about things like this so many times it is most likely Impossible for her to forget it, obviously unless she had some memory problems.

"Some guy online tried getting me to show my face and-"

"Dream. Dream stop."  She interrupts.  She placed her food on the table by now and was instead standing in front of me with her brows furrowed.  I frown at that, already knowing where this conversation was going- or ending.

"I don't understand your online things, and you are an adult dream.  You need to learn how to handle things on your own."  She firmly speaks, annoyance present in her tone.  I feel like everyone is annoyed with me these days.

I sigh and nod slowly while looking at the tiled floor, I didn't want to start another argument with my mom.  Last time that happened she supposedly 'forgot' my food for a week straight- and do you remember how I said there was no food in this house..?

Just like last time, instead without the keys, the front door swung open.  My dad was on the other side this time, holding his jacket in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other.  He walked into the house and immediately put up his jacket on one of our racks before turning to me and my mom.

"Dream you didn't take the trash cans out again."  He muttered at me.  He always has something to tell me in which resolves around me getting in trouble everyday he comes home from work.  It's not like he's mean or anything he just gets snappy after a long day at work.

"Alright dad, can I eat first?"  He nods to my question which relieves me, maybe his day at work was better today.  Sometimes he wouldn't even allow me to eat with all the random chores he gave me, he doesn't seem to have a care for me on those days.

"Oh! Dad do you think you can help me with my homework later?"  I question, hoping his mood was good enough to accept my request.

"No, do you think I understand that shit?"

"Harry!"  My mom calls, annoyed with my fathers use of words.

I nod sadly because of my dads response.  When I was younger he would always help me with homework, he was always super smart and I would bet thousands that he understood what I was doing right now- he just doesn't care to help me out.

It's times like these again that I wish to have somebody to talk to, somebody to help when I'm struggling with life or just homework in general.  I always get jealous of people with older siblings, imagine just always having a free tutor, or a free therapist, in your house to help you out.  Even if they aren't good they will still always be there for moral support.

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Finally a chapter!!