Dreamnotfound fanfic(smutty)

Internal Affairs

(Warning: blood, self harm)
George's POV
I woke up next to Dream. The day before replayed in my head. I could still hear Bad screaming, and it wouldn't stop.

I stared at the broken glass. A reminder that I'm broken and I can't stop hurting people. First Dream, then Bad, then Skeppy, who's next? I thought my problems were over, but now they feel like they're just starting.

Dream rolled in his sleep and grabbed me. He held me close to his chest and put a leg on me. I felt like a stuffed animal. Then I heard him shift and yawn.
"Morning George." He said in a sexy morning voice.
"Morning." I said weakly, still looking at the shards of glass.

He looked where I was looking then forced me to turn around in his arms. I was now looking at him.
"I fucked up." I said and started crying. Dream held my face and wiped my tears.
"I know." He told me.

There was a moment where I just cried in his arms. He happily wiped my tears and kissed my forehead.
"Today, we know." I say and Dream pulls me in.
"He's going to be okay, he has to be." Dream said. The same thing I've said in the past.

"How do you think Skeppy's holding up?" I asked. I felt the worst about Skeppy. I know he cares about Bad a great deal.
"He's okay for now. You better hope Bad isn't dead or Skeppy's gonna be a problem." Dream joked. I wasn't in the mood.

I rolled out of Dream's arms and out of bed. Dream sat up and watched me.
"Where are you going?" Dream asked.
"Going to the bathroom." I lied.
"Okay, I'm gonna get Skeppy up." Dream said and got out of bed.

I went into the bathroom and waited to make sure Dream was completely gone. As soon as he was, I sunk to the floor and cried again. Im such an idiot. I killed my friend. I did it. Do I go to the funeral? Are murderers allowed? Would he want me there?

I looked at myself in the mirror. I was a goddamn mess. I slowly opened the bathroom door to see no one in the bedroom. I walked over to the glass and picked up a sharp piece.

I gripped it until it punctured my skin, making the glass run red and drip. The burning pain soothes me. This is what I deserve. I deserve to be beaten, and I should have been the one flung from the balcony. I took off my shirt and looked at my exposed torso. It would be so easy to stab myself.

I held the point of the glass against my stomach and breathed slowly as I started to push. I didn't even get too far past my skin before the bedroom door swung open. Skeppy walked in, saw me, and stood frozen with a look of shock. Dream entered after him, saw me, and his eyes widened.

He ran to me and a slapped the glass out of my hand.
"No, no, no, fuck no." Dream said and examined my torso. It was a shallow wound, but he still looked worried.

He then took my hand and saw it was dripping with blood. He looked at me as tears fell down his cheeks.
"How could you do this to me?" Dream asked. I looked down and stayed silent.

Dream sighed and walked back to Skeppy.
"Let's go. He can find his own way." Dream said to Skeppy. I was shocked. Dream just left me all alone after he caught me...

I thought he would stop me. We would see Bad and somehow my hand would justify his deathbed. I thought about picking up the same piece of glass. I thought about finishing the job, but then I heard Dream. How could you do this to me?

I wanted to take it all back. I want to be a better person. Dream was all the motivation I needed to get through life. Now, I was wondering if anything would be good enough for me.

I laid on the bed and stared at the ceiling. I don't know what else to do. If I go, I cause a scene. If I don't, it seems like I don't care. I looked at the dry blood coating my left palm. Why do I try anything?

I sighed and got up. I grabbed a broom and swept up the glass myself. I boarded up the balcony and made sure even I can get to it. Now it's solved... forever. No more accidents.

Hours had passed. As soon as I was done, I turned and saw Dream in the doorway. We stared at each other from across the room. His eyes were full of anger. I'm sure mine were filled with regret.
"He's alive." Dream said finally. There was another long pause.

"That's good." I said and Dream looked at the boards across the door for the balcony.
"You fixed it?" Dream asked. I nodded. Dream walked over and took a look at my left hand.

He sighed loudly and dropped it.
"I'm glad Bad's okay." I said after another long pause.
"He's far from okay." Dream said. I looked down and Dream stayed standing in front of me.

I could tell he was waiting for one of my bullshit apologies, but I didn't want to make more promises that I'll break later.
"I'm not okay." I said simply instead and started crying. I stayed silent and let Dream process everything.

"You make it very hard to love you." Dream said. I crossed my arms and cried more. As if I didn't know.
"... but I think you need to love you." Dream said. There was a pause as I thought about everything wrong with me.

I burst into tears and cried harder than ever before. I felt all alone again. No one is on my side, but this time I don't blame them.
"I can't..." I cried. I covered my face with my hands and Dream let me cry for a few minutes in silence.