Demons V2

Chapter 26: PTSD

George POV.

The water of the river, it was taunting me. As I stood a few metres away it was calling out my name, daring me to come closer. Besides from the sound of the rushing water which was flooding my ears (metaphorically of course but it could have very much been literally), the forest was dead silent.

I wanted to look around, to see whether anybody was there with me or if it was just the snaking blue monstrosity. But my gaze was frozen, stucking facing forward at the lurching churning water, racing down out of my sight and lashing against the rocks with no emotion as it did. Was it moving faster today?

Actually, I didn’t want an answer to that question.

Occasionally the water would slosh up, soaking the rock I was standing on and causing it to gain a faint sheen from the distant sunlight over the canopy. “George.” The water whispered my name again. “Come closer.” I shook at the words, not trusting it as the voice curled towards me like tendrils, luring me closer. You’ve done this one hundred times before.

I shifted on my spot, moving the weight from one leg to another and that seemed to be enough for the river to swoop me up and send me away with the current. The cold water stung at my face and sharp rocks tore at my meek clothes and flesh. Soon enough the water turned from a crystal blue to a deep red from my blood.

My body thrashed as I tried to fight my way out of the water, which only resulted in more cuts and scrapes being made over my body. I tried to call out, screaming out for anybody to hear me, but all my words were washed away by the water.

Thousands of trees towered overhead, standing motionless each watching as I was dragged carelessly past. Several of them seemed like humans, just standing and watching as my oxygen and blood was pulled away from my body, and the rest of my life along with it.

I continued to scream, as tears bled through my eyes and blended with the rushing water that enveloped me. “Dream!” I tried to scream out. “Please help me!” I hoped that the demon was able to hear me, and would be able to pull me out of the danger.

A desperate sob fell from my lips which wasn’t able to be heard as it was pulled away with my tears and blood and all of my words. “Dream!” It was a final plea to be saved from this watery death, but there was no response.

Suddenly I lurched forward, my face wet from the tears and my throat feeling raw as I began hyperventilating. I managed to regain my breath before looking over to see Dream there. He was seeming concerned and at the realisation of what had happened I began sobbing pathetically.

“George,” the demon soothed, his eyes glowing as he pulled me close to him. “What happened? You were screaming out my name and crying.” His voice was soft and I didn’t care to reply, instead just attempting to nuzzle more into him as my eyes continued to water. “You don’t need to worry.” I just whimpered.

“I-I am so-sorry.” I stuttered lightly. “Just had a bad dream…” I paused for a few moments. “You don’t have to be here.”
“I’m staying with you.” The demon responded firmly. “You passed out in the middle of the forest and were freezing cold.” He hugged me closer. “And you can tell me what’s wrong.”

“Just had a nightmare, I’m fine.” I tried to reassure him, crossing my arms as I did. As I had said that the blond draped a blanket over my shoulders and pulled me against him. Although I tried to remain comfortable, I leaned against the demon and melted into his touch.
“Whatever happened in the nightmare, it won’t happen in real life. I’ll protect you.”

Despite the words sounding completely condescending, his tone seemed genuine and like he actually cared. The demon purred softly into my ear as he cuddled me, and I was confused as his touches somehow caused me to relax, which he definitely noticed. “You are okay.” His voice soothed. “Such an amazing human.”

Now this was getting patronising. But then again his touch did feel good. I hummed lovingly as I melted even further into his touch. “Would you like something to eat?” The demon asked, “or are you too warm, or too cold.” I shook my head, muttering about how it was fine.

“Good.” He continued. “I am so sorry that this had to happen to you.” The blond was so sweet and loving. “Just relax and stay here and I will take care of you.”
“Don’t you have some sort of job that you need to do?” I asked him. “Surely you have more important things than looking out for me.”

“You are my darling human.” He cooed, with me squirming at the nickname. “There is nothing more important than you.” And this was going weird. I don’t know why I allowed myself to let this demon continue to touch me.
“I think I’ll be fine. You can go.” It was so difficult to say that.

I mean his light, gentle, caring touches were so sweet, and made me want to just fall asleep while wrapped up in this blanket, especially after he comforted me from my nightmare. Then again he was a demon and he kidnapped me, and he was the reason I fell into the river in the first place.

“No need. I am not bothering to do any work today, or for as long as you need me to take care of you. It’s what a good owner would do.” And that is what made me want him to leave again. But then again his hands were so nice as they brushed through my hair.
“You can stay.” I sighed in defeat. “But this doesn’t mean anything.”

“Alright.” He hummed happily, hugging me close to his chest.
“This doesn’t mean anything though. I still think you are a baby-eating evil demon.” I said, crossing my arms and attempting not to smile.
“Of course.” Dream nodded. “But you can hate me and talk to me if you need. I care about you.”

Then I leaned back against the blond. He grabbed the remote of the TV and put on a movie while I laid against him.
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Dream has accepted the fact that George thinks he is a 'baby-eating evil demon'. How cute

Also this PTSD is a lot earlier than George's was in the original Demons book.
Where he had PTSD and was very catty. And he always wanted to be near Dream and attacked Karl and stuff.