paint splattered scars || dnf

Get Out

TW: nightmares, drowning, cursing, yelling, abuse, slight homophobia, bullying mention, intimidation

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George jumped into the clear blue pool. But he sank too far. The water suddenly felt heavy. Everything was blurry and he couldn't see the surface. Some kind of magnetic pull held him in place. He tried kicking his legs, but it was like there was a barrier above him he couldn't break.

He couldn't breathe. The hand around his throat tightened, slamming his head into the grey wall. He crumpled to the floor, sobbing.

"Can't even fucking die right."

George sat bolt upright, gasping and crying. He must've been holding his breath while dreaming... Dream. Where was he? George checked his phone. It was only seven. His uncle wouldn't get home from the bar for another hour or so, he was safe. The living room was completely empty.

"Hello?" he called. There was no response, but he could hear distant chatter. He walked through the kitchen to find the backdoor open, only the screen protecting the inside of the house from bugs flying in.

Out on the small patio, Skeppy, Bad, Dream, and Sapnap sat around a table. They had a bowl of popcorn and cards were on the table.

"Hit!" Sapnap yelled. Bad handed him a card. "25... Fuck!"

"Hey! Language," Bad chided.

"Snapmap, you aren't supposed to tell us the number!" Skeppy laughed.

They were all laughing and yelling. George felt a pang in his chest. He wasn't sure what else to do, so he backed away from the door before anyone could see him. He walked to the door and slid on his sneakers, not bothering to tie them. It was weird being in someone else's house... Especially someone you don't know, George thought. He opened to front door quietly and slid out.

He remembered he had no idea where he was. He opened his phone, and typed in his address. He wasn't too far. He'd be able to walk.

"Hey!" yelled a voice from the house. It sent a chill down his spine. He turned to find Sapnap running toward him.

George stepped back, panicked,

"I'm not gonna do anything... But you can consider this a threat. I don't know what's going on with Dream, but whatever it is, just know he doesn't like you, 'kay?"

The words took a moment to settle in George's brain. Like? Does he mean that in a friendly way or roma- No matter. He said Dream doesn't like him and that cancels out both options. "Yeah... Sorry. I'm not sure either." He looked at his shoes.

"Right... Bye, George."

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When George finally got home, his dad's car wasn't in the driveway. He ran inside, went up to his room, and locked the door.

He pulled out his phone to text Karl.

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Karl :)

Hey.... You wont believe the evening ive had

-read at 7:46-                        

what happened??

i accidentally thre my backpack at DREAM on the bus.

sapnap was a dick abt it an it snet me into a panic attack...