[angst/fatigue]
George
He layed in his bed lifeless, life just felt fake without him.. He sighted as he had no more tears left to cry. Niki knew.. She knew how much he meant to him.. How could she be like this.? How could she do this..? It still was slightly fair though.. Dream killed plently of others.. But it still was cruel of her, killing him infront of his eyes. Silent tears started rolling down his cheeks again as he leaned backwards against the wall. He put his hands infront of his face and bend down so he was bend over his knees. He felt.. empty..? It felt surreal, he was still slightly in denial. He was hungry, cold & tired but chose to ignore his feelings. He didn't care about them, he didn't care about anything anymore now that Dream was gone.. He was begging someone would revive him..
It felt like he was going through the stages of grief. Denial. Anger. Bargaining. Depression. Acceptance. Currently it felt like he was in denial. He knew Dream was dead, his head just hadn't fully processed it yet. At least, that's how it felt like. Why couldn't he get up? He wanted to shower but his eyes were glued to his phone. He needed distraction. But couldn't get distracted. It felt horrible, he got frustrated. He just wanted to think of something else.! Please.. just anything thats not Dream..
After hours and hours of scrolling, he had a massive headache, felt nauseous and felt even worse emotions. This was all Niki's fault! This was her damn fault..! But she's dead so getting angry won't help a single thing. He couldn't help but feel angry. Finally, after almost a day, he managed to stand up. At first he got attacked by a headache and nausea but it got better after a few seconds. He stumbled to the wall and kicked it. At first it wasn't hard, until he started punching and hitting it harder. His lungs were working and his breathing sounded like a machine. He was drenched in sweat, filled with anger and full of thoughts. He threw his shoulder at the wall before collapsing and dropping to the ground. He went too far.. Feeling horrible, he laid down on his back on the cold floor. He was too tired to move, drenched in sweat, freezing and feeling like he was about to either throw up, pass out or get attacked by another headache. Maybe all of them. His body told him to go eat and drink, his stomach rumbled. But he ignored it. Feeling like shit again, his eyes started to dissociatie. He couldn't help but drop his head down as slowly everything went black.
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DSMP oneshots [angst/fluff]
Fanfictionhello!! My name is Venus, here I'll put all paragraphs of a dsmp rp server I've wrote. POV's/characters; - George - Foolish - Sam (+ third person) I hope you enjoy!