My comfort, Dream team

I guess it's time

George's POV (pretty much all this story is in George's POV)

Now it's been a year since I have met Dream and Sap and I still haven't even spoken to them I have only typed to them.

I wanted that to change so I decided to message them and say I wanted to tell them something.

As soon as I sent the message I got up from my bed and showered. After my shower I went to talk to my mum and have breakfast.

I decided to have that and Nutella for breakfast saying I was craving something chocolatey. I tried to talk to my mum afterwards but that didn't work because I just couldn't talk. She was quiet annoyed that I couldn't talk to her but I got used to that. It's been this way for years. 

"George. Come here. Weren't you meant to tidy up this mess yesterday?" She growled at me. I knew I was going to get punished so I prepared myself. Even though I can't prepare myself properly I still try to. I try to mentally prepare myself the most because my mental health isn't good as it is but it will get worse if I don't prepare for things like this.

After mentally preparing for the hurt and anger coming towards me in the next few seconds. I decided to physically prepare myself. I could never predict what it would be, whether it would be a simple punch kick push or hit or maybe something more extreme like a black eye or a trip to the hospital. Even though she rarely done it as bad as that she still done it. When I say she rarely done that I mean she rarely took me to the hospital for those things but she would just do those things and not take me to the hospital.

She refused to take me to the hospital so that I could suffer more and so that no one would suspect the abuse. I wasn't allowed to tell anyone obviously, but even if I was allowed I wouldn't. I can't talk and I can't express my feelings so it's near impossible for me to get away from this. In all my meetings my sister has come with me to transcript what I'm trying to say but if I was to get a house she wouldn't be able to come. And I can't Always rely on her.

I just stood there waiting for my punishment. I knew it was coming. That's when I felt a stab to my lower stomach. At first I thought she punched me but instead she stabbed me. 

I tried to avoid all emotions so that she wouldn't get the satisfaction of making me feel more broken. I just looked down at my now blood covered stomach. I just thought what was I going to say to the doctor's this time. It has only been a week since I was last in. I ran out the door and to the hospital so that I could get it treated. Definitely not what I had In mind for today. I thought I could get breakfast and then voice reveal to Dream and sapnap but that might need to wait until another day.

Once I arrived I attempted to check In but that didn't work because they didn't have a form for patients to fill out. They asked questions instead and they filled it out. 

Once the nurse attempted to fill in the form she became quite annoyed saying I wasn't talking. I had two very good reasons though. One I couldn't say what exactly happened or else I might not survive next time and two, I had a fear of talking and I couldn't talk to anyone. So needless to say going to the hospital after a beating is not very calm and certainly not fun. 

After a few minutes of me being silent the nurse started shouting. I was used to it put I was focused on the pain and trying to calm it down but once she started shouting I only focused on how there was blood gushing out of me. I started to feel weaker and more like I was about to pass out. Before I could though I heard shouting for me to stay awake and more shouting but it sounded like someone was getting a lecture. I assumed it was the nurse who started shouting at me. I listened to the voices that were telling me to stay awake and I luckily managed to. It was extremely hard but I didn't care. All I wanted was for to stay awake.

They wheeled me into another room and explained to me I was going to have to get surgery. I tried to speak but my brain refused.i quickly tried to ask for a pen and paper so that I could write down that I didn't want surgery. They gave me a piece of paper and a pen which meant I could write down what I wanted to say. So I did.

"Why can't you have surgery young man? Is something going on?" I couldn't live with it anymore. I just nodded my head and put mum.

"Is your mum abusing you?" 

"She needs help, she struggles with depression and takes my father's death out on me" I wrote. The nurse looked surprised after he read that.

"Ok, let's get you to surgery and then deal with your mum, does that sound like a plan?" I nodded. With that I was taken to surgery.

After what seemed like 2 seconds I woke up and my stomach wasn't bleeding. The doctor realised I was awake and told me that I could go home since I slept for a day after the surgery and everything has been fine so far.

I got up and put on my clothes and left. I didn't know what was going to happen with my mum. I checked my phone and Sapnap and Dream had been spamming me while I was gone. 

Once I got back I ran right to my room and locked the door. I logged onto my pc and then onto discord. I immediately messaged them to join the VC and they both joined immediately.

"Hey George, why haven't you picked up? And why have you been offline for a day?" Dream asked. I just typed a response saying I had an emergency but I also had something to show them.

I prepared myself and unmuted. 

"Hi, this is my voice. I might actually start talking to you guys more because I feel at home with you guys." I spoke it was a bit fast and a bit cliché but I didn't care.

"GEORGE, YOU SPOKE. I'm so glad you feel like you can talk to us and not just type." I heard Dream yell across the VC.

"Well done Gogy for speaking. Like Dream said I'm Glad you can feel at home when your talking to us" I couldn't help but smile. I knew they couldn't see that but that would be a long time coming. I loved these two idiots.

The rest of the call was just them fussing over my voice and having proper conversations with each other.

I guess I was right.

It was time.

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