A Part Of Me // Dreamnap

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TW: panic attack, self harm

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"Ugh," George groaned, "Where is Dream. That fucker has been out all day."

"Stop whining and play the game, idiot." Sapnap replied.

They've been in the call together for four hours now, and George still doesn't know.

It's been driving Sapnap mad; the thought that Dream would suddenly call George and George would leave him to find out what happened.

He was a liar. He lied to George to hide from the truth. It was shameful, truly.

"Can't you just go get him or something? Where is he, downstairs? Upstairs? I don't know your house," George complained.

"He's not here, chill out," Sapnap chuckled.

"Oh so he finally made it outside of the house? Good for him. Probably needed some sunlight," he snorted.

Sapnap's quiet laughter wasn't heard. He didn't know if it was right of him to be joking about Dream like this, seeing as he's the one who sent Dream out of the house.

He also felt bad for all of this lying. George had been trying to contact Dream all day, just to hang out with his best friend.

Little does he know that the one he's been hanging out with while waiting for Dream is the one who broke Dream's heart, and he had to mend it on his own.

Dream was off dealing with the overwhelming emotions that Sapnap caused him, while Sapnap was sitting in his chair, lying through his teeth about everything that happened.

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After Dream had told Karl he wouldn't think about Sapnap, he thought about Sapnap.

He thought about how Sapnap hadn't texted him yet, specifically.

He knows he told the other to text him if he needed anything, and maybe Sapnap didn't need anything. Maybe Sapnap was just respecting his time, but he couldn't help but want Sapnap to need him. Or to want his love how he wants Sapnap.

It was upsetting. He knew he couldn't force the other to love, which is why he was taking a break.

To try and get over his stubborn feelings.

Even though he knew it was likely it wouldn't work.

His thoughts got tiring, and he felt himself letting his head rest on his hand, elbow propping up his arm on the arm rest of the couch. His eyes began to flutter closed.

Suddenly, a sudden buzzing from his pocket made his eyes quickly open.

He pulled his phone out, looking at the screen.

It's George again.

He's been ignoring his calls all day. He feels somewhat guilty, but he wanted to spend the day thinking for himself, not for others.

Nonetheless, he finally answered the phone.

"Hello?" He said.

Excitement rang throughout the brit's voice, "Sapnap he finally picked up! I'm going to go now, bye!"

Dream was confused. He was talking to Sapnap?

"Dream! Sapnap and I have been waiting for you all day." George said.

"Sapnap shouldn't be waiting for me," Dream replied, "You should know that if you've been speaking to him."

Dream didn't mean to sound so harsh, but if George knew what happened, George should know that he needed time away from Sapnap. He didn't want to hear his name until he could feel better about everything.

"What? What are you talking about? We were just playing a game," George said, confusion lacing his voice.

"And he didn't tell you what happened?"

"He didn't say anything happened.. Why what happened?"

Dream suddenly felt anger rising through his veins. Sapnap couldn't even own up to what he did.

"He didn't tell you that anything— anything at all was wrong?" Tears started to pool in his eyes. He had no reason to, but he felt betrayed, again.

He knows he told Sapnap to give him time away, but the least that Dream wanted was Sapnap to know what he did hurt him. He wanted Sapnap to know that he couldn't live with him for some time after what he saw. He wanted Sapnap to know that he put his heart and soul to try to keep their relationship healthy, but Sapnap smashed it all down with an iron hammer. And now the other wouldn't even own up to it.

"He didn't— no. What's wrong?" George now sounded worried, more than anything.

"I don't want to talk about it. Call Karl and tell him I said to tell you."

Without saying goodbye or waiting for a response, Dream hung up his phone.

Mindlessly, he threw the phone to the floor.

It didn't break immediately, first hitting the corner of the phone. But it slightly bounced before landing straight onto the screen.

Fuck. He regretted that.

Slowly, he got onto the floor, sitting on his knees. He lifted the phone up and stared at the shattered screen. He tried clicking buttons and tapping the screen, but it wouldn't turn on.

He placed it on the coffee table in front of the couch before sitting back on the couch and bringing his knees to his chest. He let his arms rest on his knees and put his head down.

"Fuck," he muttered.

His breathing was staggered, and his hand was placed on his forearm. His nails suddenly started digging into his skin. He knew it hurt, and it made him begin to cry louder, but the tight grip still stayed.

He kept his hand there until the feeling continued to feel the same. Nothing more painful than the whole two minutes he kept his hand there.

Now, looking up, he looked to his arm where his nails were, lifting his hand away.

Red patches of irritated skin surrounded the indents. His eyes were beginning to be blurred by tears, and the only thing distracting him was the voice that entered the room.

"Dream, Dream! You're okay, don't freak out," Karl tried to comfort, running up to the blond curled up on the couch.

Karl took his hands into his, "Breathe with me please, c'mon you got this."

Karl was beginning to cry, just by seeing his friend so broken. "Please Dream, you're okay."

Dream started to breathe at the pace that Karl instructed him to, sometimes being interrupted by a hiccup.

His chest felt so tightened, like someone had placed a stack of bricks right above his rib cage. His head fell, hanging low, letting tears drip down onto his legs.

"You'll be okay, you'll be okay," Karl whispered over and over, comforting the blond as best as he could.

And after crying, sobbing, hyperventilating and all— Dream fell asleep, dried tear streaks on his face and his eye lids slightly reddened and puffy.

His body laid limp against the side of the couch, and Karl brought a blanket and pillow, lifting the other's head and placing the pillow comfortably behind his head. He draped the blanket over the boy before watching his chest rise and fall slowly.

Suddenly, the sound of a phone ringing came from Karl's room.

"Shit," he muttered.

He walked off into his room, picking up his phone from the bed to see what was happening.

"George is calling," The screen read.

Karl swiped to answer immediately, greeting the other with a sigh.

"Hey, George."

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