|Gifts|dreamnotfound Fanfic| killer au|

(4) "the police won't help you, Georgie"

George woke up with his head pounding. It felt as if he'd been hungover from the biggest party of the year. 

He sucked in air as he tried to stand without his head shattering into a million pieces. 

Once George stood up, he slowly made his way to the bathroom around the corner from his kitchen. He twisted the door handle with a trembling hand.

George POV:

After falling asleep, I had just gotten up, huddled against my kitchen cabinets. My whole body is extremely sore. My head hurts the most out of everything, though. 

I walk to my bathroom to wash up a bit. Honestly, I don't think I should be going to work, yet it gets me out of my house and farther away from whatever creep who wrote the letter. 

I got inside the bathroom and looked up in the mirror at myself. My eyes were red and bloodshot, along with my hair, which was messy and shooting towards every angle.

I let out a loud groan and tried to reorganize the chaos I call my hair. (me every day)

Soon enough, I fixed my hair to a normal state and got ready to leave for work once again. I grabbed a pair of white jeans with a black hoodie fading into dark green-- or red, and made my way towards my shoes. (I don't think I'm using "--" correctly, but all I mean by "--" is that George doesn't know the difference)  

As I slip on my shoes, not forgetting the letter for later today, and open the door, I immediately feel frightened again when I see another letter and gift sitting on my porch. It was once again a letter written on white, lined paper and written with something I now know is blood, but this time there was a blue-- or purple-colored rose along with it.  

I carefully pick them up and read the next "letter". It read, " I see you didn't take my last note well. I'm just trying to be nice to you, would you rather me come for you? I'm going to tell you once and only once, the police won't help you, Georgie. You just angered me by calling them. Calling them was like stabbing yourself with a thorn, it doesn't end well for you. Go right home once you get off shift without talking to anybody and don't show up to that meeting with the police today or you'll regret it :)"

Chills sent down my spine as I set down the things on my porch again. Should I listen to this person? They're a killer. They could simply murder me, but if they haven't yet there must be a reason why.

I brushed off all my thoughts and headed toward the sidewalk. I began walking towards my work when I felt strange. It was as if somebody was watching me from behind. I began walking faster when the new employee Nick approached me. 

"Hey bro! I didn't know you lived on this street too!" He spoke with a smile, much more cheerful than yesterday.   

I smiled in response. I don't know why, but I felt even remotely safe with Nick. I think it is how cheerful he is acting; he reminds me of Karl.

We finally reached the station and departed. (Fun fact: I'm watching a stream on Twitch right now and they won't stop screaming. It sounds like someone is getting murdered + I keep getting distracted)

I sat down in my chair and just stared into space for a good 50 minutes. 

Suddenly, I got a random burst of confidence and knew I was going to do something stupid. I told my boss I was going on a break and went back to my house. I grabbed the rose and note from today along with a lighter. I went to my backyard before setting the items on fire.

The blaze rose and fell in front of my eyes. What was once something is now just a pile of ash. I stomped on the fire to put it out and returned to work. 

If this mysterious person was watching me, they'd see I'm not afraid of them.

As I walked back to work, that confidence disappeared and I realized I shouldn't have done that.

I sat back in my seat at work to see a text on my screen.

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I HATE this chapter so much and I don't know why. 

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