Dreamnotfound one shots

"I need help, George"

In honour of suicide prevention

Word count: 1979
Tw: self harm

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"Shit"

Dream sat, leaning against his closet door. He had blood dripping down from his forearms, and deep scorching cuts along them. Thick regretting feelings spilling from each one.

He thought he would be better now. He thought he would have stopped, or at least deal with the pain he felt differently. But no, he was going back to his old habits. Each crevice in his wrist mocking him. He was not, okay and he knew it.

And to think his best friend, was only a door away, completely oblivious to the heart wrenching feelings.

Dream had liked George for ages. George had shown signs of reciprocating the feelings back, yet they hadn't put a label on the relationship. The two still trying to figure themselves out, though it deeply affected the blond. Maybe he wouldn't admit it, but it did hurt his mental health to know George might not feel the same.

They had done things that couples would do, but they never kissed. They did enough to know they liked each other, but not enough to actually confirm it. More of 'testing the waters' before one of them actually confessed.

It was not just the confusion of the relationship with his best friend, that made dream relapse. It was among the ways he knew he wasn't a good person.

He wasn't a dick to people, in fact, he was very sweet and gentle with his words.

It was his past decisions and regrets.

Thousands of hate comments, death threats, or cheating accusations. Each time a wave of peoples opinions on him flew in, he'd have to take a break. Dream knew he wasn't mentally ready for everything.

Though, he wished he could go back. Go back and fix his awful judgment as a teenager, or way of words.

Cut after cut, dreams mind was not working properly. He wasn't registering the feeling of his skin being opened. Only numbness, as clouded vision from tears.
The blond was so far gone, he began to just look for reasons to not stop. To not stop, and go deeper and deeper until he blacked out for good.

Hot tears Traveled everywhere. Down his cheeks, all the way to the nape of his neck.
He began to see some responsibility when blood got all over his shirt and shorts. Dripping onto his carpet, surely staining it dark red.

That was his cue to stop. Maybe he didn't want to, but he didn't want to die just yet.

Getting off the shaggy grey carpet, Dream Hobbled to his door. He was dripping in dark crimson blood, and extremely dizzy.
So dizzy, that he missed the door handle. Instead seeing just how bad his depth perception was.

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George spit the last of his toothpaste out. Just finishing brushing his teeth, about to head to bed. It was awfully late, and he was exhausted.

The entire week, he had been trying to figure himself out. He felt an asshole for not doing it sooner. He knew for a fact Dream was probably worrying his head about. He just didn't want to accept the fact Dream liked him, and the fact he liked him back.

After years of friendly bicker, and memories, a relationship was sounding very appealing.
George was still preparing how he was going to ask his best friend to be his boyfriend. He was waiting for the perfect moment. Wanting Dream to be showered in affection.

Just as he was about the leave the tiled room, Dream stumbled in.
The brunette saw him in the mirror, but couldn't believe what his eyes told him.
He flipped his head to face the doorway.
And sure enough the blond haired boy stood there.