SEDATEPHOBIA | Dream

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"The biggest communication problem is that we do not listen to understand.

We listen to reply."

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Dream could feel his chest burn as he stomped through the corridor with heavy steps. All he saw was red while a whirlwind of strong emotions raged in his mind. 

He wanted to destroy the closest object possible.

He wanted to scream.

He wanted to cry and rip his hair out.

Flashes and bits of his and Eleanor's conversation still repeated themselves in his mind, infuriating him even more.

"I never asked for your help."

He stopped in his tracks.

"I never asked for your help."

His throat felt dry and the urge to throw up arose in his stomach.

"I never asked for your help."

Sinking to his knees, the boy curled up. A loud ringing made his head ache and his vision blurred, making him feel vulnerable as he laid there, in the middle of the corrior while he held back an agony filled scream.

Dream started to scratch at his hoodie, right above the place where his heart's supposed to be.

Why was it hurting?

Tear aftere tear, the tiles beneath him started to glisten, enabling him to actually see his own reflection.

A mask stared back at him.

A white mask with a mischievous smile.

His eyes widened at the sight and his hands started to tremble as a sudden thought overcame his mind, making him fear the worst.

She played with me all along.

She thought I was stupid because I always hide my face.

A frown started to form itself on his face.

Eleanor was only using me for her own survival, and now that she's safe, she's going to dump me for that Alfred guy.

He can give her answers.

He can guarantee her safety.

She thinks he's better than me.

The hurt, the sadness and the longing to see her again, all of them got replaced by a big amount of deep hate and the urge to make her feel the same she did to him. 

The tears stopped, the ringing went away and his hands stopped to tremble.

Why am I crying over her?

His brows furrowed and the more he thought about it, the more everything started to make sense.

Every time she aided his wounds, it wasn't because she cared, no, she knew she couldn't survive without him.

Every time she smiled, it was because she tried to make him believe that the utterly blissfull dream he always wanted came true.

The dream, that he could finally rely on someone else.

Reality slapped him into his face, leaving back red and raw skin.

He couldn't trust anyone.

"Clay?"

A very much confused voice made his head snap up.

"What are you doing on the floor?"

Nick, his only best friend at the moment.

Okay, mabe he could trust at least on person.

"I- nothing. Just felt dizzy for a second, all good."

He wanted to slap himself, or more like disappear into the ground when his voice came out hoarse and unsteady.

Let's not forget to mention how awkward he sounded while lying.

"Uh-huh."

Nick judged him hard as he crossed his arms in front of his chest, not believing a single word.

Of course he knew when the other male was lying, they've known each other since the moment he was born.

"Don't think I'll let you off the hook easily."

Dream winced at the words, making Nick smirk.

"But we don't have time right now. Wilbur called everyone to meet him in ten minutes. He apparently found something."

Dream tasted bittersweet in his mouth as he remembered Wilbur's words.

"Don't hurt my sister."

Oh how the tables have turned.

"Get yourself together we have to go."

The masked boy fought every urge to groan out in pain back as he stood up, limbs aching and protesting.

His legs felt like jelly the whole time him and Nick speed-walked to whatever place Wilbur had called them to meet him to.

Almost immediately, the boys felt the temperature drop by at least ten degrees when they arrived at their destination. The area was a bit more at the back of the whole construction and therefore more secluded.

Again, the sight of Eleanor's brother made him feel sick and nauseous, but he fought back the feeling of hatred when his eyes met Wilbur's frame.

He's not her.

"Has everyone gathered?"

Wilbur seemed like he was on the edge and it was the first tine Dream had ever seen him this nervous and messy.

"Your sister is still missing."

Dream scoffed to himself.

Damn right she is.

She's busy with that disgusting old man.

Of course, he didn't voice his thoughts out.

"I know she's missing."

Her brother seemed defeated as he sighed before he looked everyone dead into the eyes.

Even Dream felt curious now.

Does he know?

"This whole meeting is actually about her. I need to show you something Techno and I discovered."

Imagine the surprise everyone felt when the male pulled out a little and shiny camera from a pocket deep within his brown coat.

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Tbc

I'm alive.

Word count: 874 words

See you next time my lovely Potatoes ;)♥️

09.06.2022