𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍, 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌

Chapter 8 || Fake

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Dream drags me back into the room that I woke up in. I sat on the bed, legs crossed. I sniffled and quickly wiped the tears that were piling up in my eyes. They were tears of anger, I knew he would think I was upset. I didn't want to seem weak.

Dream was staring at me. I could feel his deep gaze on me. I looked up and his eyes met mine.

"Don't cry." I felt the bed dip as he sat in front of me. He put his hand on my shoulder. I glared at him. Giving him a 'get off me if you want to keep your hand' type of look. He awkwardly coughed, removing his hand.

"I'm not." I mumbled.

"Esmeray, I can see the tears." He said, his eyes never left me.

"I can do what I want." I said, crossing my arms, turning my back to him, facing the headboard of the bed.

"Talk to me." He said softly.

"Fuck you, leave me alone." I spat. Is this guy bipolar, he tried drowning me and now is comforting me?

"You don't care, Dream. Just leave, please." I scoffed.

He stayed silent. Raising his eyebrows. I sighed, turning back to face him. Rubbing my nails together.

"It's not fair." I said, not turning my gaze away from my nails.

"What isn't?" He questioned, genuinely sounding concerned.

"I'm locked in this shithole, a deep cut in my arm, going to fucking die tomorrow!" I huffed.

"Well, you did try to kill Karl.." He said quietly.

"See, I knew you wouldn't understand." I scoffed.

"You're saying it as if you aren't a bad person." He said, glaring at me.

"I'm not saying I'm not a bad person! I needed to do what I could to survive. It's not like you or George haven't killed." I raised my voice defensively.

"I know what you needed to do, growing up without parents is.. hard. But you can't blame it on everything." He told me, still being as calm as ever.

Rage boiled inside me. No way he had just said that to me.

"Fuck you, Dream!" I yelled at him. I pushed him back, he was going fall, but he stood up catching himself, I didn't blame my parents on everything.

"You're just a spoiled bastard, who just can't seem to understand what it's-" I was cut off by the door slamming open.

King George and two guards walked in. I scoffed. What the hell did they want now?

"I heard yelling." George said. Slowly making his way towards the bed.

Maybe cause we were yelling you, idiot.

"What's going on?" He asked.

This was it. The moment Dream would snake on me.

"Nothing, we weren't yelling, we were talking." Dream said. He didn't bait me out?

A guard begun to walk towards me, a chain in his hand. I began backing up into the headboard, I backed up until I hit my back.

He grabbed one of my wrists, pulling me off the bed. I stumbled behind him. He dragged me to a corner, it had a little metal loop in the wall. He attached one end of the chain to my wrist, the non-injured arm and the other to the loop.

"What the hell." I muttered, pulling at the chain. He shrugged, turning his back to leave.

"Wait! Can I get some food, please?" I didn't want to ask him, but my stomach had been yelling at me all day.

"What's the point, I'm going to kill you either way." He smirked.

"Fuck you!" I yelled at him.

"Ohh, now you're definitely not getting food." He said.

"Wait! I'm sorry I didn't mean it I swe-"

"Save it, bitch." I wanted to kick myself.

"When I kill you maybe, you'll end up in hell with your mother." He laughed again. Him and his guards left the room, laughing in sync.

Again, leaving me and Dream alone. I blinked and tears came rushing down my face.

Tears piled up again in my eyes, they went glossy and were threatening to fall. My nostrils flared as I stared at the ground.

I brought my knees up to my chest, leaning my arms onto my knees, my head in my knees.

I heard footsteps, coming towards me, I lifted my arms up slightly so I could peek at whatever Dream was doing. He came and sat next to me. His arms wrapped around his knees, his head on the wall that we leaned on.

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I woke up, I was in the same position, same room. I looked next to me and saw Dream. He had stayed there too. He let out soft snores. He could've left, so why didn't he? We slept for about an hour.

I had quietly been sobbing, before I fell asleep. The tears quickly got absorbed into my sleeves. I looked at my wrist. It was bleeding, due to the chains being to tight.

In front of me, I saw a tray, it had a slice of bread, a glass of water and lettuce on the side. What the hell. I wasn't going to be ungrateful, but this surely wasn't going to fill me up.

I got onto my knees, leaning forward to grab the tray. My fingertips slightly brushed the metal tray, it was too far away to reach. I was certain that he did that in purpose. I cursed under my breath. Leaning back onto the wall, closing my eyes.

I heard metal scrape the floor. I opened my eyes to see Dream dragging the tray towards me. Why is he being so nice all of a sudden?

"Thanks." I said, it came out as a whisper. He nodded in response.

I quickly ate all of the food, I looked down at my wrist, dried up blood wrapped around it.

I sighed at the sight of it, before looking up. Dream got up, leaning over to my left side, he grabbed a key out of his pocket. He undid the chains, throwing them to the side. I quickly rubbed my wrists.

"Thank you." I said to him. He hummed in response.

"How come you stayed?" I asked, hoping the question wouldn't annoy him.

"You needed someone. I wasn't going to leave you, you were a crying mess." He said calmly. I softly laughed.

"Dream?"

"Mhm?" He said standing up, dusting off his trousers.

"Will I actually die tomorrow?" I asked, rubbing my sweaty palms on my t-shirt.

"George likes to keep his word." He sighed, walking towards the door. I heard a lock from the outside.

I got up, walking towards the bed in the corner. I got on the bed, tucking myself under the cold, soft sheets. I slowly drifted back off to sleep.

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