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Bandaids 🩹❤️‍🩹🩷

Background: George is in Florida but him and Dream dont live together. (just incase you got confused haha)
CW: mentions of SH and 4buse
George's POV:

I wish that I could never know
How long you'll stay before you go
How long my paper cuts will sting
How long will you make me sing

"Goodnight George."
"Night.."

Everyday, around the clock, me and Dream call at 6:00pm and talk for about 2 hours. And no matter what we are talking about, Dream always finds a way to flirt with me, to make me smile and blush, to give me butterflies.

I lay back in my chair. Is he joking when he flirts with me? He probably is.. Im sure he knows what he's doing to me. I get up and walk towards the bathroom, grabbing the blade in the drawer.

Blood is pouring on the floor
I love it and I want some more
But I don't think I have enough bandaids

Tears start running down my face as I press the blade against my wrist. I cut a couple more lines before breaking down into tears, dropping the bloody blade onto the floor. I then stop, hearing a door open. Nobody else lives here. And then I remember I gave Dream a key to my house just incase anything happened.

"Fuck.." I quickly pick up the blade, put it back in its spot, grab the bandaids and place them over the cuts. I put them back and cover it with my hoodie sleeve. I look in the mirror, wiping my tears, trying to look put together. "George? Where are you?"

I open the bathroom door, turning off the light. "What are you doing here Dream?" He turned towards me. "Oh there you are. Um..you have been acting weird recently so I wanted to check in on you." I nod, pushing past him to go to the kitchen.

He follows me. "Are you okay George?" I open the fridge, grabbing a water. "Yeah." I walk back to my room, sitting on my bed. "George please be honest with me. I want to help you." Dream sits down next to me on the bed. I sigh, looking up at him. "Can you promise me you won't be mad..?" He softly smiled at me. "I promise."

And if you like the blood you see
Baby won't you please join me
Put me back in my place
Hit me now across the face

I pull up my sleeve, taking off the bandaids. "Oh George.." Tears make their way down my face again, and I roll my sleeve back down. "Im sorry...please don't be mad." I flinch, a whimper escaping my lips as Dream lifts up his hand to wipe away my tears. "Im sorry..please don't hit me!" I curl into a ball, cowering in fear.

He immediately takes his hand back."George..It's okay. I won't hurt you. Im not mad at you either. C'mere dear.." He opens his arms, and I climb onto his lap, hugging him close as I continue crying. He rubs my back with one hand and pets my head with his other.

After awhile I calm down, still clinging close to Dream. "Do you want to talk about it?" I shake my head no, whimpering again. He nods, resting his chin on my head. "Dream? Do you love me?" I raise my head looking up at him. He smiles, "Of course I do Georgie.."

"No, like do you actually love me?" Dream stays quiet, pushing away a stray piece of hair in my face. When suddenly he leans in and kisses me. I am shocked for a split second, before reciprocating the kiss. It was slow yet passionate, it was what everyone describes as a first kiss. He soon pulls away, smiling at me. "Does that answer your question?"

I smile back at him, laying back down. "You're such an idiot." Dream chuckles before picking me up and walking towards the bathroom, placing me on top of the toilet. "Why are we in the bathroom..?" He doesn't respond, instead opening the mirror cupboard and grabbing the bandaid box. He notices the blade and grabs it too, putting it in his pocket.

Dream closes the mirror before going under the sink to grab a clean rag. He turns in the faucet, adjusting the water to be warm, before wetting the rag and turning it off. He turns towards me, kneels down, and lifts up my sleeves. Dream gently cleans the cuts as I wince in pain. "Its okay Georgie, I know it hurts. Just 3 more and then its done."

After he cleans my cuts he places bandaids on top of them. He stands up, putting away the bandaids and leaving the rag in the sink before picking me back up and going to my bedroom. We lay down on the bed, cuddling, as Dream feeds me compliments and tells me how much he loves me.
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Sorry the ending sucks I dont know how to end it.
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