ghost boy [dnf fic]

2- "who really needs therapy anyway? "

"Now, George. How have you been feeling this week? "

George was at his therapy session. Every Monday at 9am, he has an appointment with his therapist Tina.
"I'm doing alright, I guess. " he responded dryly.
"How do you feel about the topic of the crash? "
Now that was a question. George was put in therapy for one main reason. Around three months ago, he was in a car crash with his older brother and sister. They didn't make it, but George managed to survive. After a couple surgeries and CT scans, he was let out. He was diagnosed with PTSD and multiple other anxiety disorders. They gave him meds and weekly therapy and let him do whatever.

"Uhm, I don't really know how to talk about it. " He played with his hands and looked around the room.
"What do you want to say about it? " Tina inquired.
"Nothing, really. It happened and it's over. I lost my siblings and I can't get them back. It hurts and that's it. "
His words were harsh, but it was the truth. He couldn't get them back.
"What pain do you feel now? "
"Like I'm being stabbed, Tina. "
She nodded.
"You have a lot of built up emotions, even months after it happened. I don't blame you. Losing family is a horrible experience. And it's even worse since you're only 16 years old. It's a painful experience and the best you can do is power through and hope for the best."
"It's not that easy-"
"It's not easy at all, but you need to help yourself get better. "

After the appointment, he went back to school. In the middle of third session, he walked in and sat down. He had science and always sat next to Karl.
"Hey, what are we doing? " George asked as he grabbed his books out.
"We're discussing micro-organisims and cells. Copy my notes" Karl smiled and showed George his page.
George looked around for Clay, but he wasn't anywhere to be found.
"Your dream boy isn't here, George. " Karl giggled and wrote down more notes.
"Dream boy? Really? "
"Yep. It's his official name now. And who is that person that he talks to? The one with black hair? "
"Oh, Sapnap? Yeah, he's pretty cool-
OH MY GOD YOU HAVE THE HOTS FOR HIM"
"Shut the fuck up!! " he elbowed George and rolled his eyes.
"That's actually so cute. You have a crush!! " George giggled.

They continued to joke around in class and when lunch came around, they found Clays group under the bleachers and sat down.
"Hey, George" Sapnap greeted them warmly.
Wilbur wouldn't be joining them today. He had band practice and was going all-out to finish the songs as fast as possible
"Dream, do you have any food that I can scab off you? " Alex asked.
"Q, I never bring food. You know that"
"Mhmmmm sure. "
George was confused "huh? Your nicknames are so odd-"
Alex laughed. "We know. Clay goes by Dream because of this one rumour-"
He was cut off by dream nudging him
"Don't you dare, Q. "
Quackity tried to be serious but couldn't hold it in.
"People went around saying that he had a wet dream at the elementary camp trip" He cackled as he told the story.
"It didn't happen!! And Alex got his name from not being able to swim. Isn't that right, Quackity? " Dream retorted.
"You bitch!! " he fake-tackled dream and laughed.
George just sat there nervously and spoke to Karl. Karl was casually looking at Sapnap the whole time.

After lunch, George went to his classes and went straight home.

He flopped onto his bed and checked his phone. His parents were asleep so he had nothing to worry about. He just had to be quiet so he didn't wake his parents up.

An hour or two later, George went into the kitchen and went into the fridge. He could hear a bottle smash and he quickly turned around
"Good afternoon, mum." He sighed the words out. He looked at the broken beer bottle next to his mother. She was clearly drunk.
"I got a message from Mrs Puffy saying that you didn't hand in your assessment." Her tone was harsh and angry.
"Oh shit- sorry mum. I forgot to. I was late and I didn't have enough time to hand it in. "
"that's not good enough!! Hand in your assessments on time, you selfish fucking bitch!!"
All he could do was nod and walk away. If he said something, he would piss her off even more.

He went into his room and sighed. He checked his phone.

Unknown number
-hey. It's dream :)

George smiled and called him.

"Hello? " George grinned when Dream picked up.
"Hey. I'm glad I got the right number. " Dream said. You could hear the smile in his voice.
Dream was sitting on his bed, eating a bread roll with nothing in it.
"Yeah. Sorry for not replying to your message right away. I had to do something. "
"Its alright. If you're busy I can go-"
"No it's okay. I don't have anything to do. " George really didn't want him to go. He liked his company.

They spoke for a while about school and general information about each other. The conversation lasted for an hour at least.
Suddenly, there was another smash and a door being slammed. George's parents were arguing in the other room. His dad was definitely nicer than his mother, but they still argued frequently. He cheated on his wife, but neither of them wanted to go to court to divorce, so they were stuck with each other.

"George- What was that?! "
"Nothing, I have to go-"
George ended the call quickly before Dream could hear anything else.

George sighed and layed down on his bed.

Tonight would be a long night.