I'm fine (dream angst )

getting help

Soo.. Im running out of tittles. Thank you so, so much for 1k views I love you so much. Dont forget that someone loves out there no mater what you think you loo. Enjoy!!! - sorry this was late i write other books and school.

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Sapnap pov
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I look at my phone to see a message from george. I opend it and texted him

(Sapnap- normal text

George- italic text)

Text from sleep gobling

George- is dream okay? Is he with you?!

You- dont worry he is okay but im worrying about his mental and physical health.

George- well what do you mean by mental health i know what the physical is.

You- what do you mean?! Hes been abused for years! You think he would be fine?! Hes traumatized!

George- WHAT?! Can i call him, me and the group are worried.

You- no no no no no NO! He literally told me to not tell anyone and I dont want him to be uncomfortable so just tell them that he is safe with me and I'll try to convince him to talk to them as well but I dont know.

George-okay if you say so bye

You-bye

(Back to real life)

I put my phone down and see dream staring at me. "Is something wrong?" He asked in a shaky voice. "Yea, just got a text from george...." I paused, i didnt know if he would get mad and not talk anymore. I continued my sentace "hey dream? Would you like to talk to the others? Just to let them know your okay, you dont have to of course." I finally said. He shook his head. "I don't want to talk just yet im not r-really comfortable.." He said shakinly. In person-

(Okay so i want to clear something up, dream is short ye-. I was in the middle of writing this when he did a face reveal. I have no idea what is happening with the dream situation and this is not real its just a book i felt like i wanted to write. If i repeat anything im very sorry i have a bad memory and i wont check. But anyways lets continue)

-he looked so much smaler and fragile. I got up and hugged him. He flinched at the touch. "Do you have any cuts, wounds, anything that neads to heal or be bandaged?" I asked. He nodded slowly, looking up at me. His eyes looked glossy. He showed me his arms and other places where wounds were. His arms worried me the most, it did not look so good. It didnt even look like someone else had done it. It looked like he did it himself.