Lifeline | dreamwastaken

Chapter [20]

[Her Pov]
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A few days pass as I do nothing but lay around. I don't know why but I had little to no energy to even get up to stream.

I was just laying around in bed reading a book like I did for the past three days.

And I had no plans of getting up from my bed until the book was finished. But then my phone rung.

More specifically, my second phone.

My nerves were all over the place as the inevitable happened.

They were going to call one day or the other.

I placed my book upside down to keep it open on the page I was in and picked myself up from the bed. As I reached the phone, I could see Dream calling.

Shit. What do I do?

Do I pick it up? Or just let it go to voice mail?

But he knows that I live in Florida, so he shouldn't have called this late. It was 3 in the morning. Did something happen?

I mean, then again, he could be just calling now because he just got free and he knows that I have a bad sleeping schedule.

My voice is recognisable over the phone no doubt. So, what do I do?

I was almost going to let it go to voice mail but I had this feeling in my stomach that I had to pick it.

So, I did.

"Hello?" I said in a whisper, hoping my voice is even a little different by whispering.

There was silence on the other line and I was confused. Was it a butt dial? Little specks of relief settled on my nerves.

"Dream?" I call again, just to make sure.

"Marcy-" His voice came out low and hoarse. The hairs on my arm stood up. "Marcy, I don't- I don't know what to do- I can't- I think my ADHD is acting up again- or- or- I don't know-"

He was breathing heavily and I knew he was panicking.

"Dream, listen to me, calm down. It's ok, I am here." I spoke in a low tone. "Take a breath."

I could hear him take in a deep breath and then release it.

"Now open up a window to let some fresh air in" I told him, my voice still in a low whisper.

He got up and opened a window. And took another deep breath.

"See? Already feels better, right?" I asked.

"Yeah..." He answers.

He takes a few more breaths and I let him, before speaking up "Do you want to talk about it?" My voice was soft, as if I spoke any louder, his symptoms will trigger again.

"...It's nothing really, I was just thinking of everything and nothing" He started.

I walked over to the floor to ceiling length window and slid down to the floor. I knew he wasn't done so I waited for him to speak up again.

"I was just- it's just that millions of people are expecting so much of me. All the fanarts, the fanfics, the edits. Everyone has some version of me portrayed in their brains that doesn't sound like me at all. Dream is good looking, confident, and smart. While I- I am not." He finished.

"...Clay, you are forgetting something. Dream is created by you. Whether or not you think that he is better, he is still apart of you. You make him Dream. You are caring, and funny and smart. You may not be confident at times when your insecurity gets to you, but people that care for you, be it friends or fans, they will accept you for you. And these people will stay with you no matter what." I smile "Me included."

He lets out a breath "Thank you, Mars" And I can hear the smile in his voice.

He finally calmed down.

"And besides, I bet you're plenty hot." I grinned.

And he chuckled "What makes you say that? You haven't even seen me"

"I mean, we do live in the same state. Maybe I did, maybe I didn't who knows?" I tease him.

"Wha- WHAT?? YOU DID??? WHEN? HOW? AND HOW DID YOU KNOW THAT IT'S ME?" He asked, clearly wanting to know so he could remember if he saw me then.

Not going to happen. Ha.

I laughed "Calm down, I am just saying that even if you have big eye-bags that practically cover your face from all the sleepless nights, I'd still think you are handsome"

"You just had to, didn't you?" He chuckled

"I mean, yeah, you need some sleep before your health gets worse." I said, genuinely concerned.

"Haha, sure, I can't promise anything though, I still have to think about some things." He sighed "But thank you Mars. I really- really appreciate it." He whispered.

"Anytime, Dre. Goodnight" I said.

"Good night, Mars" He said.

And the call ended.

This idiot.

This absolute idiot is bound to re think about everything and get his spirits down again.

But how do I stop this??? I don't want him to hurt again.

My eyes traveled around my room and fell on a small box. And as soon as the idea hit me, I quickly got up and ran to my actual phone and typed out a message.

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[Author] I think I will take a little break from this story [by a little, I mean a few weeks or smth]. I'll get my previous test papers back today and who knows how many zero's I got this time. [tis an exaggeration] And if it's really bad. I'll have to lay off of wattpad for a few and try to get my grades up to a decent level for the upcoming exams :(( But yeah. 

I do have some pre-written chaps. But I might not post them because I still need to proof read them all so- Yeah. Aha-

well, anyways, wish me luck for my maths exam tmrw! Pray I don't die today </33

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Edit: I SURVIVED <3 But i'll be busy with my tests, so yeah see you soon <33

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