this is a loaded chapter enjoy :)
lots of angsts and yk 😮💨
song: pink maggit - deftones
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everything dream did or said had a catch to it and no matter how much he said he had changed he never did. he was the same old dog just with new tricks able to distract you.
ever since you were kids, you should've known better. you always thought you were so ahead of everyone, right at the end of the finish line. but dream was the finish line that kept moving farther and father away.
but this was unbelievable.
you never though dream could be able to do such a low thing as stealing a person. a human being in his hands now. dream had all the power over a breathing thing, and it was all your fault.
all of this was your fault.
you felt a little dizzy while you walked sapnap to your home. you didn't like showing people where you lived but george was more important than any of your beliefs. you couldn't even think straight. all you could think about was george being under dreams control. you wondered if he okay, if he ate something, has he had any water? is he still alive?
"you live so far away from.. everything" sapnap said once he stepped into your house. he admired the various art work he assumed you created hung on your walls. he noticed the tv with two chairs only one of them had a coffee table with a half empty beer on top of it. he turned to your pile of random papers and few books. your kitchen looked intact though, he could tell you barely went in there. everywhere else was a mess. just like you.
"i like it that way.." you said with a sniff, closing the door behind him. you quickly moved to your room upstairs, looking for an answer. there has to be something that can tell you where dream is.
you looked desperately through your room. all the books letters, you even looked at the small box you labeled george. nothing. there was nothing but disappointment. you were a disappointment. you should've fought back. you should've fought for george.
george was your person and you let dream take that person away from you like nothing.
while you searched every corner of your room for an answer your anger only grew larger. it made you feel a new type of rage. not being able to find what you were looking for made you loose it.
your breathing got heavier and your hands just wanted to hurt something or someone. going back to the same place was useless, there was nothing there. george was out and you couldn't bring him back.
"FUCK!" you screamed once you had enough. you screamed from the top of your lungs. you screamed away all the rage that has been building up on you since you moved into this house. you screamed all that was in you. you screamed over and over again, throwing everything to the floor. slamming your fists on the walls and on your furniture.
sapnap was still downstairs before the scream. he was looking at your old photographs. he noticed one that caught his eyes. there was a photograph of you with schlatt before the whole presidency thing that got into his head. he looked like a normal man when he entered congress. he noticed a new individual; your mom. the tall woman holding you in her arms reminded him of you. as strong and beautiful.
when he was about to pick up the picture frame he heard you scream.
his hand slipped away from the image as a flinch and he began to run. he ran upstairs, confused as to what just happened. his mind went to the worse scenario possible but once he opened the door he saw you hitting your bed with your fists and screaming your heart out. the room was a mess now.
