❦August 12, 1999❦
It was a cold, windy night. The night a baby boy was born, when he was born he didn't cry like the others.
The doctor and mother grew worried and confused on why he wasn't crying.
The doctor handed him to his mother
Doc: What are you going to name him?
Mother: I'll name him.. Dream, Dream was taken.
Doc: Alright, I'll take my leave.
Mother: Goodbye doctor, thank you.
Doc: Goodbye, Ms. Was Taken.
After some months the mother noticed he had strange eye's, they were a green with a white curved teardrop and a black dot in the bigger part.
Other people in his home town noticed too, so she decided to put contacts in his eye's.
Dream never spoke, he learned to walk at two years. Whenever kids saw him they ran away, calling him a monster.
Soon his own mother grew distant with him, saying things like:
If you weren't so different I might actually have friends instead of other mothers fearing you because of your eye's.
Why are you so different, other kids know how to speak fluently yet you can't mutter a single word.
Your obsession with dead things is gross, last week you brought a dead rat to me!
Dream was indeed different from everyone else, he loved going out and finding dead things whether it was plant life or animal life.
Whenever he saw something dying he just watched it suffer with a smile on his face, he never liked anything that was living.
Dream had a huge thing for mushrooms though, he thought they were the most prettiest thing because of how deadly they were.
His favorite mushroom was a tiny one that grew in a certain area of the woods, it was small and tan but the top of it was red with white dots.
One day he went to the woods to find the mushroom's after being jumped by some bigger kids, he walked through the woods and arrived but he saw someone already occupying the mushroom spot.
It was a small boy, Dream hid behind a tree watching him. He saw the boy pick a few mushroom's putting them in his hair, the boy then stood up and turned around to pick up some more when he saw Dream hiding behind the tree.
He looked at Dream with a smile, then held out some mushroom's.
George: Hi, do you want some mushroom's?
Dream looked at him for a bit before shaking his head yes and slowly walked out from behind the tree, he stood in front of George looking at his eye's through the glasses.
George handed him a mushroom then looked at Dream, he had curiosity on his face.
George: My name is George, George Not Found. What's yours?
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