Lights Are Off | DNF Highschool AU

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1 Year Ago..

Dream woke up and he was starving. He sat up in his small twin-size bed and kicked off the thin bed sheet he called a blanket. He walked into the bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror. He looked like a mess, his eyes were red and blood-shot and had dark bags under them, and his hair was sticking up in every direction. He stared at himself, feeling as though it was his fault his parents mistreated him and his sister.

They never cared about him or his sister, they just left them with money and a house. It was better than nothing but Dream just wanted him and his sister to have parents that loved them and would care for them.

Dream headed into the kitchen to find something to eat. As usual, the fridge was empty, so were the cupboards and pantry. Dream felt bad his sister had to grow up in these conditions. He decided to take a quick shower and head to the store to buy something for his sister to eat.

Dream didn't really care for himself, he only really cared for his sister. Had his sister ate? Had she gone to school? Had she showered? Had she done her homework?.. But him? He didn't care.

Once he returned home, he started searching for a pan or something he could cook in but everything was dirty, along with practically every other dish. Dream couldn't even wash them because they ran out of dish soap the day before.

Dream sighed, picking up a pan from out of the sink, washing it with hot water and a sponge.

He heated up the pan before heating up 2 pieces of bread on it and adding cheese, making a grilled cheese sandwich for his sister. Only for his sister, he didn't need to eat as long as his sister had! That was his logic.

Dream woke up his sister and gave her the sandwich, and immediately Drista's face lit up with a smile. She was happy, or at least as happy a 12 year old could be in their current situation.

A few hours later, after Drista fell asleep for the night, Dream decided to leave the house for a bit. He grabbed a set of house keys and his sweater and left the house.

Through his walk, he found the usual house party held by teens who were home alone. As he approached the house he could hear muffled music and see lights shooting out from behind the house.

As he got closer, he could see people inside, dancing or doing who knows what. Empty Red Solo cups decorated the front lawn and Dream could see a few passed out teenagers. "Why haven't any cops shut this place down?" Dream thought but shook it off quickly.

He opened the front door and barely stepped inside when the intense, burning smell of alcohol hit him. The music was loud and felt like it was shaking the whole house as Dream ventured through the sea of teenage bodies.

As soon as he entered the kitchen, the smell of alcohol intensified. Dream looked around for the source when his eyes landed on the bottles and red solo cups on the kitchen island. He stared, begging himself not to for the sake of his sister but the temptation was growing and before he knew it, he'd already poured himself a cup.

As Dream started drinking, the first thing on his mind was his sister. How much of a disappointment he was to do this. But as he kept drinking, the further away he got from reality. Everything blended together into a mush of color and soon he couldn't remember the events of that night.

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George was walking home knowing he'd get a beating from his dad so he had accepted it. Knowing it was his fault for what happened. He enjoyed the beatens, it made him feel something other than emotional pain.

Once George stepped up to his pathetic house he sighed as he opened the door.

"Geoorrrge!!" His dad yelled obviously drunk. His dad started walking towards him and once he was close enough to George he yelled "I.- it..s your faullt~!" He slurred as he threw a punch at George, He didn't react however, as soon as the punch hit him dead center of his face his nose started bleeding and he stumbled back towards the door.

George sniffled, holding back tears as his father threw a punch at his stomach, the force of the punch knocking George down to the ground. As soon as he hit the ground, his father kicked him square in the face before crouching down and throwing punch after punch.

His father stood back up, kicking him a few times. By the time George's father had finished with him, George had bruises and blood dripping down from his nose and just above his eyebrow.

His father walked away, seeing as George was bleeding in 2 different spots and had bruises scattered over his body he thought he'd done enough for now. George gave up, he had no strength left and everything was sore.

He thought of nothing else but that razor in his bathroom. He attempted to stand but his legs were aching. He sat up using his front door as support.

As George attempted to stand for the second time, he barely succeeded and limped toward the bathroom supporting himself on the walls and kitchen counters.

Once he made it into his bathroom he collapsed onto the floor. He sat up, pushing his back against the wall for support. He pulled his knees to his chest, burying his face into them before sobbing.

Eventually, he stood up, leaning against the counter for support as he grabbed his razor. He took the razor in his left hand, examining it and contemplating what he was doing. George looked at himself in the mirror and thought "I deserve the pain.."

He pressed the blade to his arm, his mind wandering as he dug the blade deep into his skin and flesh. His mind stopped, an image of Dream and his stupid smile filling George's mind. He didn't care though, all he wanted to do was fulfill his desire for pain. The pain he deserved, the pain HE caused..

As he dug the razor into his right arm he winced at the familiar pain as he dragged it through his pale white skin.. He tore the razor out of the first cut, blood already dripping down his arm as he pressed the blade onto a different spot. He dug the blade into his arm a second time.. He sliced through his skin, blood seeping out as he lifted the blade from his skin.

George was stuck in a trance, all the painful words and memories coming back at him at once it hit him like a truck, as he held the blood covered razor he pressed it to his arm once more, making another cut. He pushed the bloody blade into his arm, creating another fresh wound.

When George looked down at the fresh wounds in his arm, he knew he'd have to clean them. He began searching the drawers and the medicine cabinet looking for the supplies he'd need to clean the cuts. As George searched he found gauze, alcohol wipes and antibiotic ointment

George grabbed an alcohol wipe and wiped his arm down, wincing in the process. He applied the antibiotic ointment before covering it in gauze. Once he finished cleaning his arm, George headed towards his bedroom before collapsing on his bed crying himself to sleep.

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Author here!
sorry for the sad chapter but Dream backstory is good! 
Drink water and eat food! take care of yourselves! <3
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