Obsessed with Me

Six

George forced himself not to check on Sapnap for a while. He didn't want to upset Dream again. He stayed either in the living room, in his room, or at the table when it was time for meals. Each meal was large and held an amount of healthy things like fruit, protein and veggies. Dream wanted to keep him healthy and alive, that much was for sure.

George wondered how Dream would react if suddenly George wasn't alive anymore.

He was almost scared by his suicidal thoughts, but there was a cold numbness that had washed over him. He barely felt the fear, or pain.

He felt nothing.

It was getting dark by the time George walked across the hall to Sapnap's room. He put his hand on the metal knob, feeling the coldness under his palm. He twisted it, opening the door with a soft creak.

Sapnap was still in his bed, laying flat on his back. He didn't acknowledge George walking in, so George knew he had to be asleep. He sighed, walking over instead to Sapnap's gaming area. It looked exactly like it always did; messy. Sapnap had always been messy, throwing his things wherever he felt like. It was just like it then. Messy, cans of pop and monster tossed in the trash, pieces of random paper with words scribbled down, a shirt laying over his chair. The greenscreen was lying on the floor in dangerous stepping risks. George trailed his fingers over the keyboard and sighed, turning back to Sapnap in the bed.

"Hey, Sapnap," he said softly. He moved toward him, smiling softly. "Sleepy head, I need to say goodnight and make sure you aren't dead yet." Sapnap didn't reply. George frowned, moving closer to see his friend better. "Sapnap...?"

Still no reply.

George, suddenly icy cold, whipped the blankets off of the man. Sapnap laid still with no reply. His chest wound had reopened and had been bleeding all over. No, it wasn't reopened. It had been cut deeper. George could see the white of Sapnap's ribs. The bed was such a bloody mess that George was surprised that he hadn't noticed it when he had walked in.

George stumbled back, a scream building up in his throat. Subpoena's eyes were open and glazed open. George turned away and ran into Dream who had come into the room and was standing behind him.

" You did this !!" George screamed, raising his fists and pounding them against Dream's chest as white hot tears burned down his cheeks. The man didn't even flinch. " You killed him !!"

Dream stared down at him with little emotion. "It was for the best. I'm sorry, George."

A sob wracked George's body. He was shaking so hard he could barely run out of the bathroom. He threw himself into the bathroom, slamming it behind him and twisting the lock.

"George??" came Dream's panicked voice. "Why are you locking yourself in the bathroom??"

" LEAVE ME ALONE, YOU MURDERER ," George sobbed, wrapping his arms around himself. He fell back, away from the bathroom door, away from Dream. He curled his knees to his chest, pressing his fist to his mouth. He screamed, biting down on his knuckles. He tasted the metallic taste of blood as he bit down, gorging into his own fist. He turned his eyes to the counter, seeing the razor blade again. He gasped and scrambled towards it, seeing the freedom in it. It was screaming at him to cut, to cut, to cut . George was going to answer that call.

"George?? GEORGE ??" Dream was screaming, slamming his fist on the door. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING??"

George ignored him. He fell back to the floor, feeling the texture of the rubber in his palm. He sobbed softly and curled his fingers around it, bringing it to his left wrist. He paused, thinking for a moment if he should really do this. He quickly decided that yes, he should, Sapnap was gone and he was alone. Pressing down, he cut a cut right into his wrist. Blood instantly squirted everywhere, flowing down his wrist and pooling in his palm, overflowing, and dripping down onto the ground. George felt the sting for a brief moment before it faded to a numbness, almost a pleasure. Mesmerized by the flow of the blood, he cut deeper, more crimson splattering to the ground.

" GEORGE, GEORGE STOP WHATEVER YOU ARE DOING, " Dream was screaming, but it seemed to be in a different universe. George didn't even hear him.

The brunette switched the blade to his other hand. He pressed it to his right wrist and cut that one too. The blood made his hand slip and slice across the joint, blood dripping to the floor. He cut deeper, then sighed. He leaned back against the wall, closing his eyes. He was about to be free, he was going to be safe. He barely registered the door cracking and getting slammed open. Dream rushed forward, screaming, but George could barely see it. The world was blurring together.

It was just George, the bloody razor, and the pool of blood that promised freedom.

THE END

I'm truly sorry for this:)