MCYT angst oneshots

Him

George
- mentions of rape
- panic attack
- eating disorder

(Also taken from a book I'll never finish)

"Wake up, George!" Karl shook George. George opened his eyes and sleepily sat up. He was a bit confused for a moment before the events of yesterday came back to him.

"Why'd you sleep on the floor last night, man?" Karl questioned.

"Um... I don't know, I just felt a little uncomfortable." Half lie. He just didn't want to sleep with him.

"Well okay then. Hurry up, we're having breakfast downstairs."

George nodded and stood up, following Karl downstairs. Dream was already seated and eating something, and he was cooking.

"Mornin' sleepyhead." He called out to George. George kept his head low and slid into a stool. Dream leaned over to him.

"You okay?"

George ignored him, instead busying himself with picking at a loose thread on his shirt.

"So, did you two have fun last night?" Sapnap teased. George's eyes widened. Did they know? He rolled his eyes and shot George a glance. George refused to meet his gaze. His heart was racing and he was finding it more and more difficult to breathe. He stood up abruptly and went into the bathroom, sliding onto the floor. Tears began to fall from his eyes as his body shook.

Why would he do that to him?

Should he tell someone?

Would they even believe him?

Was he just being dramatic?

Was he asking for it?

Someone knocked on the door, but George couldn't hear. Dream entered the room and knelt down beside George.

"Dream- please... don't." George cried. Would Dream hurt him too?

"Hey, hey, it's okay. You're safe now. You're safe. Breathe, buddy."

George obeyed, believing that if he behaved well enough, Dream wouldn't want to hurt him anymore. Eventually his vision cleared and he felt "normal" again.

"What's wrong?" Dream asked.

"I don't know..." George mumbled. "I don't know."

"Do you want to go home?"

"Yes."

"Okay, where did you leave your bag?"

"I don't know..."

"That's okay, I'll go find it." Dream stood and left. George leaned back, liking the feeling of the cold tile on his skin. He shakily stood and looked at himself in the mirror. He was truly a mess. His hair stuck to his face with sweat and large eyebags hung under his eyes. He was just so damn ugly. Honestly, he was lucky that he had even given him the time of day. He shouldn't act like this. He should be more grateful.

Maybe if he got skinnier he'd feel better.

Maybe if he was good, he wouldn't hurt him anymore.

Maybe if he just tried a little harder...

Maybe then.

George's train of thought was interrupted by Dream reentering with George's backpack in tow.

"Let's go, I'll drive you home." George nodded and got into the passenger seat of Dream's car. The ride was mostly silent.

"Hey, do you want to be alone?"

George thought for a moment.

"Yes."

He stepped out and made his way up his front steps. He really wanted to go workout and shed a few more pounds. That would solve his problems. He just needed to get prettier, that was all.

He'd stop eventually.

Wouldn't he?