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23

George

strong language and violence

Tommy guides me down the stairs of the van. Everything in me wanted to go back to Dream, wanted to go back and help. He said he'd be okay. He's always okay. He's always right.

He's always right...

I find Tommy's hand and it's cold. His long fingers are icy on my wrist and in the pale light I see my fear reflected in his eyes.

"Come on George," Tommy says. "Let's get the fuck out of here."

Where was the boy who wanted to kill himself mere moments ago? It was only a few minutes before this but it felt like years. Lifetimes even. Like I'd known him forever.

I nod and gingerly step after him, stealing one last glance at Dream.

He stood in the small gap between the two seats at the front, arms on the dashboard, leaning over to stare at the car in front. Before I have a chance to really take him in for what could be the last time, Tommy drags me across to the front tyre.

We squat down and waddle to the open door of the four wheel drive, jumping in as soon as the horn goes off.

I slide into the back seat next to Quackity and watch the show.

Dream flinches away from the seat, the windscreen shattering into millions of pieces. I see a few small cuts across his face and it hurts me to not be there helping.

It hurts so much.

So when I see him get out of the wrong exit I scream.

It takes Wilbur, Quackity and Sapnap to hold me down whilst I watch Dream get shot. Sapnap has his hand over my mouth, muffling my cries. I strain against their grasp, trying desperately to get up. Dream spins sideways and lands roughly on the floor, the headlights enough to see his expression of agony.

I run out of energy to move, falling limp in the seat. I feel empty. Silent tears drip down my face.

Sapnap let's go of my mouth.

"Dream?" I ask, my voice small. I don't know why I said his name. It's not like he could hear me anyway.

Dream struggles to get up and when he does, gets up to the stairs again. My eyes find the red square, following his legs inside.

Another huge bang and this time I fight to get outside.

I rip my arm from Wilbur's hands and sit upright, only to be pushed back down by Quackity.

"Let me go!" I shout, rocking myself back and fourth.

Dream falls from the stairs, landing on his back. I see him gasp like he's been winded.

"Let me go!" I nearly scream it this time.

"George!" Sapnap yells. "You need to be quiet or otherwise we're all gonna die!"

Dream is very still, staring at the stars. I think he's dead until I hear:

"Why don't you just fucking kill me?!"

I see the woman come into view and my veins fire up with fury.

Veronica.

That sends me over the edge.

With rage so strong I've never felt before, I hit Sapnaps hand away and manage to sit up. Quackity and Tommy struggle to hold me down and Wilbur grabs my wrist.

"George you need to stay here," Wilbur says. "He will be okay."

I hear Dream speaking, voice tainted with pain and anger.