There is Beauty in Chaos [ dnf ]

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 It didn't take long for the ambulance to arrive. They began to give Annie chest compressions but she was already gone. 

George didn't leave his room after the incident. His dad wasn't doing all the great either. And there wasn't a moment in the day where Dream hadn't called or texted George. Asking if he was okay and that he was sorry. 

No reply. 

Dream kept trying and trying but then he stopped trying to contact George all together. 

George thought he just gave up. He'd be lying if he said he didn't feel bad for ghosting Dream like this but he was just in a rough state. 

Two months passed. 

George finally went back to school. 

When he walked into the building, he looked for Dream. And he eagerly walked into the class they both shared, in hopes to find him. Tell him he's sorry for leaving him in the dust like that. 

Expect, Dream was long gone by then. 

Dream's parents had decided that it was best that Dream was homeschooled instead. They didn't want him to make any friends that could be endangered again. 

When George got home that day, he started up his computer after two months not being on it. He then goes to his messages, clicking Dream's profile.  

User not found. 

*Present time*

Ow.. 

George slowly opens his eyes. 

The side of his face was pressed up against a cold concrete floor.  The more he looked around, he realizes he was in a room. There weren't any windows, nothing. There was just one door that was in front him. The room was empty and was poorly taken care off. There were random cracks on the walls and stains of who knows what. 

George grunts as he pushed himself to sit up. But when he moved his hands up there was a rattling sound that came with them. 

George looks down and sees metal chains hooked around his wrists. He followed the chains with his eyes. They were attached to the wall behind him. 

Oh no.

He begins to freak out and crawls to the middle of the room, trying his best to slip out of the chains but it only left more bruises. 

I should have taken those stupid pills when I had the chance! 

He reaches for his pockets but they were empty. Who ever it was that took him had taken his belongings.  

Suddenly the knob on the door shakes. George quickly goes to the back of the room, making himself smaller. But he lifts his head up when he noticed two teenage boys. 

The taller one had bright blond hair while the smaller one had light brown hair. They both had black face masks covering their faces. 

Either of them spoke. 

Then the smaller boy steps forward towards George. 

The boy holds out his hands, he was holding folded clothes while a pair of plain sneakers sat on top. George hesitantly takes the clothes and the boy then walks back over to the other who was standing in front of the door.