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2 am

tw: self harm, blood, blades, mention of pills (nothing bad)
realising there is a lack of fluff in this book

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sometimes emotions are hard to understand. George in particular found emotions very, very hard to understand. some nights he finds himself angry or upset or guilty for no reason at all, most of the time it was completely out of the blue. one of them nights was tonight. it was 2:00am and he had been perfectly happy in his dark room scrolling on his phone for the past 3 hours he had been in there, until around 10 minutes ago when he felt a wave of sadness hit him, which was followed by an even stronger wave of anger for not knowing why he was sad.

this was what usually led to George getting overwhelmed at his emotions and breaking down. when this would happen he never went to anyone for comfort because what would he say? he was crying at 2am for no reason at all. he would look pathetic. Therefore normally he would just lay in his warm bed and cry it out until the emotions faded, but something about tonight was different, something felt wrong.

the emotions he felt kept piling  on top of each other causing more emotions to be evoked, then the more he cried the stronger his feelings became. after another 10 minutes of trying to let his mind sort itself out, he realised nothing had changed and he started to feel hopeless.

you see the thing about George is he's currently 3 months clean. he's never outright told nick and clay that he has an addiction to self harm because he thought it was obvious, i mean he walks around in short sleeve t- shirts and doesn't try to hide his scars around them. dream, his boyfriend, once asked him about them when he was having a bad day to make sure he would be okay but really that's all they have said and to be honest he was grateful for it. the only reason George found himself with a metal blade dragging across his skin, was because feeling on the body quiets feeling in the head.

George POV:

holy shit
what have i done?

i dropped the small shining item in the sink, where drops of crimson blood lay and held my head in my hands. more salty tears fell from my eyes as i realised what i had just thrown away. three months, three whole months down the drain. i sob into my palms as my fingers dug into my eyes. before i could even think about my actions i pulled the sleeve of my light blue hoodie down my arm, without bothering to clean the wounds, they would find out anyway right?

i felt my sobs become louder and my breathing get heavier as i made my way out of my room and into the dark hallway. out of the corner of my eye i saw a low light coming from under dreams door,  meaning he was most likely awake editing a video or something. before i knew it my feet were carrying me towards the light, where i shakily  knocked on the door in-front of me.

Dreams POV:

i sat at my desk the laptops light illuminating my face, i was editing an old manhunt i found in my hard drive until i heard a frail knock. i opened the door to my sobbing boyfriend whose hands and face were currently painted in small smudges of blood. with panic filling my head, i quickly searched for the source of the blood when my eyes landed on a large spot of deep red on the sleeve of his oversized hoodie. i immediately knew what had happened, i just didn't know why.

"shit" i mumble at the sight of the poor boy.

i feel him swiftly push himself against me, hiding his face into my shoulder and wrapping his blood soaked arms around me. he continued to violently sob into my neck repeating that he had 'fucked up'.

"hey, hey, your okay baby it's okay, deep breaths" i say to him in an attempt to calm the boy from going into a further panic.

"cmon sweetheart, we gotta clean you up a little" i continue to hold him against me as i take him into the small en-suite to my left. once we were in the room i let go of him and told him to sit of the marble counter as i searched the cabinets for a first aid kit. after i located the green box i stood next to him and grabbed a couple of  antiseptic wipes and bandages.

"can i take your hoodie off?" i ask the still crying figure infront of me. he looks at me with an almost worried look before gently nodding.

"i just need to clean them sweetheart then we can get  you a new hoodie 'kay?" i assure him before ripping open the small white packet of the wipe. i run his arm and hand under cold water to wash away some of the blood so i could see where to wipe.

after i cleaned the gashes i waited for the bleeding to stop and then carefully wrapped his arm in the cotton bandages.

i looked back up at his face and wiped the blood away that had transferred from his hands, he was still crying so i held him to my chest and whispered sweet nothings  to him to help him calm down.

"i know baby, i know. your okay now, i'm right here, your okay"  after a while his loud cries died down into small whimpers and hiccups,  and his breathing went back to normal.

i carried his tired body over to my bed and got a dark green sweater out of my wardrobe, i placed the sweater over his head and pulled his arms through, being cautious not to hurt where he cut.

"i'll be right back okay?" i say into his hair giving him a kiss on the head. i quickly ran downstairs and got a large glass of water with the swirly straws he likes and a couple of pain killers to numb his arm a little and made my way back up the stairs where i handed him the cold drink and pills.

he gratefully accepted the pills and swapped them down with the water before finishing off the glass.

"you okay now? you wanna talk about it?" i question and he just stays quiet.

"we can just go to sleep if you want baby?"

"yes please" he croaked voice scratchy from crying.

i turned around and switched off my monitor, then i got into bed next to him and wrapped my arms around his waist. he instead turned to face me and comfortably laid his head down on my chest. i moved my arm to drape over his shoulder and reach up into his raven hair.

"i love you" i say fondly, pecking his nose.

i didn't get a reply from the now fast asleep boy so i too, soon found myself falling into a well needed sleep.  i figure i would wait until he was comfortable to tell me what happened. i didn't care how long it took, i wanted to help him.

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1252 words

have you drank anything today? grab a lil snack too. this one's a little short so sorry about that but the prompt was stuck in my head so enjoy :))

-ray <3