Blurry Nights

Chapter Seven | Maybe I Could Help?

George paced around his room. Since they took him to his cabin, he had been restless. He needed someone to talk to. He knew if Dream was here, he would talk to him.

He wouldn't be daunted by becoming more gay because he didn't care. George didn't understand how he could be so okay with being gay, but he wasn't Dream. he clearly had different views than him.

George laid in his bed hoping that he would eventually fall asleep, but sleep never came.

He didn't speak with anyone and avoided everyone, just as they once did. If they didn't want him, why would they want him? He was just like Dream: a gay virus.

Sapnap finally tried to talk to George, but instead he dropped his pencil, leaving Sapnap at the table confused.

Dream was nowhere to be seen. He struggled to act like he didn't mind, but instead, he was worried for his companion. George felt as if he was his only genuine friend. Maybe it was for the better that he wasn't around.

He tried to pay more attention to the lessons, trying to understand what he was doing wrong, why he felt no different from when he first arrived at Blue Skies.

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He plopped on his bed, groaning. He heard a chuckle, causing him to sit up. Dream smiled at him.

"Dream?" He looked at the green-eyed blond. "Where the hell have you been?"

"Behind the doors? Where I always am? Now why the hell were you back there? Did they hurt you?" his voice turned to worry as he sat down on his bed.

"No. Did they hurt you?" he inquired, more concerned about him. He was the one with the bruise.

Dream sighed. "No, I got myself hurt. I attacked the staff."

He shook his head, not understanding, "Why did you attack them?"

He glanced to the ground, no longer willing to speak.

"Dream?" he asked, trying to get his attention. He seemed to be off in space.

"I was just angry. It's no big deal." He decided that was a decent answer.

"It clearly was. You looked like shit when I passed that place. What is that room? I've never seen anything like that?" George asked, thinking about the padded room he had seen Dream in a week prior.

"Suicide room. I don't know what the proper term is, but it's made so the person in there can't hurt themselves or others," he answered.

"Do you stay there? Like when you're not here?" he asked, which caused Dream to freeze.

"Sometimes... other times. Not really..." he sighed, messing with his hands. George had a feeling that he was keeping things from him.

"Where else do you sleep? Different cabin?" he asked, but he shook his head.

"I don't stay in a cabin... not since... I mean, I stay with you?"

The answer just made him more confused. "So when you're not in my cabin or the padded room, where are you staying at night?" George pressured him, which caused him to snap.

"It doesn't matter! I shouldn't be telling you any of this! Nobody's supposed to talk about the treatment!" Dream stood up, running his hand through his hair.

"I'm just worried. You're hiding things from me. I'm your friend," he sighed, giving him space. He seemed stressed and he didn't want to stress out his friend.

"It's better for you if you don't ask me questions. I can't answer. That's why I don't go asking you why you're here, because you can't answer that," he muttered.

He knew he was correct, but he didn't want to hide something. Dream felt as if he was George's only friend.

he laid down pulling the covers over himself. "Please, be careful, there are things they will do to you if you don't follow the program."

He was confused by what he was saying. "What will they do?" George asked, letting curiosity guide him. "They already prayed over me. Are you talking about the room? I won't ever attack someone?"

He shook his head. "It's better if you never know,"

He raised his eyebrow. "If I want to survive I need to know what not to do and what will happen if I mess up?"

"You don't mess up, you follow the rules, you listen to the lessons and you keep to yourself," he listed off what he already knew, since he saw past the mysterious door.

"If you can't do it, how do you think I can do it?"

"You're not me, you're a Christian boy. I'm just a person stuck here with no reason to leave," Dream concluded. He had a feeling he didn't want to leave. He wasn't even trying.

"You need to give yourself a reason to leave," George sighed, laying on his bed.

He shook his head. "This is my home, messed up as it is. That's all I have."

He felt bad for Dream. He couldn't see this place as his home. He imagined home with his parents. "What about your parents?" he asked.

"Abandoned me here, told me that if I didn't get 'better' I couldn't go home, and you know I don't want to get better, therefore I can't ever go home," he said with a sigh, finally starting to open up.

"I'm sorry. My parents told me the same thing, but I want to improve. Maybe I could help you too?" George decided, but he shook his head.

"No, I don't want help. You understand there is nothing wrong with me, neither of you, but if you want to try to 'fix yourself' go for it, just keep me out of it." He turned away, frustration in his voice.

He'd just wanted to help, but instead he upset Dream...

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Get to know a bit more about Dream! poor Dreamie got nothing for himself.

Stay calm, Stay Alive
Onyx

o-0 this is getting intense

~lead editor ruby