My comfort, Dream team

Chapter 1- The past

George's POV

I woke up like normal and ran down to the kitchen to get some food. That was one of my passions, cooking. I am a great chef. I decided to make my favourite. Pancakes with Nutella. It has been my favourite since I can remember. I made the batter and put it in the frying pan. I waited a while and then flipped them. I decided yet again that I would spend most of my day playing Minecraft. it  wasn't like I had friends to go to the shops with or to hangout with. 

I was far to socially awkward to talk to people. I hate when I have to talk to someone. So you could imagine school was like hell for me. I begged my mum to let me do online school, but she never listened, she always said I had to go to public school because it was easier and that I needed to make friends.

That's what I liked about playing video games. I didn't need to communicate with other people and if I had to then I would have a small chance of meeting them again.

Recently I joined a server though and I became a coder. So I did have to talk to people but I only typed in the chat. I explained to my boss (and close friend) bbh, Bad, why I didn't talk and he was fine with it.

I finished my breakfast and cleaned up my dish. My mum was busy with work and my sister was with her friends. I barely talk to them. 

I walked upstairs and sat down at my desk. I turned my pc on and loaded up Minecraft. While that loaded up I took a shower and brushed my teeth. After my shower I changed into some grey joggers (sweatpants) and a blue top. It was the middle of summer and my legs were freezing but everywhere else was roasting. 

As soon as I joined MunchyMc, bad called me.

I typed hi in chat and he immediately responded with.

"Hey George how are you?" He said in his normal cheery voice.

Yet again I typed ok. 

"That's good to hear, I've never asked you but what is your dream job?" That made me think. I've never really thought about it. Well I have but I can't. That's because of my fear of talking to people. I wanted to be a streamer or a YouTuber. Anything to do with content creation.

I responded to him by typing a simple sentence. I want to do something to do with content creation such as a youtuber or streamer.

"Oh wow, I think you would be great at that. By the way I have two new members joining the server team. They are the same age as us. One's called Dream and the Other is called Sapnap. They are best friends. Would you like to meet them? You don't have to talk you can just type If you prefer. At the end of the day it's your choice." Bad always had a way with words. I didn't want to meet them but bad seemed so happy. I decided to face my fear and say yes.

"George that's great, well done for trying to make new friends. I'll be there so if it's to much just tell me." Bad always knew what to say in these situations. He always calmed me down.

When's the meeting? I typed as he responded with

"Maybe tomorrow evening. If that's okay with you?." I had to think for a minute and then typed yes.

"Ok that's great, I'll tell them to make sure they're online tomorrow." 

I honestly was dreading meeting these people. I know I have to make friends at some point but what if they don't like me or what if I do something stupid.

I pondered over all the reasons why they won't like me in my head until there was knock on my door. I got up from my chair and then typed in the chat that I would be back I a minute.

I walked over to my door and opened it to my sister.

"Hey" I simply said. Although she doesn't mind my fear and she still loves me to bits I can only say one word sentences to her. It's the same with my mum and was the same for my dad until he died.

He died 10 years ago.My mum is still finding it hard without him here. She has depression and takes her anger out on me. 

I always feel like its my fault he died. When I was 4 I was kidnapped. He force fed me, made me drink pure vodka and abused me. I was living this life for 5 months until he overdosed. Lucky for me a neighbour heard him fall to the ground and called 999 (911). When the police came in they said he was dead and then a couple of days later the investigation continued and they searched the apartment. That's when they found me. I was so skinny and frail. I hadn't eaten for days And i hadn't slept properly. I got questioned and then called up to testify.

2 years later I got kidnapped but this one was a planned kidnapping. I was the target. The reason behind it was my father that arrested a gang that my kidnapper was a part of. It was the same routine and same circumstances. This time only for 2 months because my Dad found me.

After a year of people targeting my family and me getting bullied in school I got kidnapped for the third time. Same gang as before. Unfortunately they had me for another year and it was torture. They raped me they abused me and they drugged me. This time it was my dad's partner who found me and he was corrupt. He shot my dad in the chest and I watched him bleed out until back up arrived. My dad must've called In back up as he died because his partner and the gang were finally arrested. 

It hasn't stopped though. They still send letters have people attack me and more. Over the last year it has calmed down though. But I still get attacked. To the point the hospital staff know me by just looking at me.

My sister did end up talking to me and then she left. The rest of the day was chilled however I still couldn't get the meeting off my mind...

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