Demons V2

Chapter 94: Anyone?

George POV.

“Sapnap wants me to stay near him.” He explained. “Apparently demons get really protective and defensive. He says that if I left my room too much he’d instinctively freak out. So that means I probably won’t be able to see you much, at least for a while.”

I’d lost Dream. I couldn’t be hanging out around him since he was in a coma. I’d lost Tallulah. I had only known her for a few weeks but she was such a sweet little girl, with so much innocence in this world of pain. Now I've lost my best and longest friend, Karl. He was pregnant and so he might not be able to see me for months.

All that I could do was smile and be happy for him. He was my best friend after all, even if I was feeling miserable he seemed so excited. I hugged him again, telling him that I was proud of him and happy for him. After the hug lasted for a few minutes he pulled away. “I should probably go.” He told me, and I nodded sadly.

“Say hi to Sapnap for me.” I told him. He nodded, continuing to hug his waist as he left my bedroom. I sighed, waiting for a moment so that he would be gone, before moving myself to return to the place where I had spent most of my time in the past few weeks or so.

When I stepped in the door to the room Bad stood up. He had been sitting beside Dream, who was just as asleep as we had been in the past month or so. “How are you feeling George?” Bad smiled softly. He was looking at me as though he knew exactly what Karl had come to talk to me about.

Maybe he did know exactly what Karl came to talk to me about. I mean I did know that demons had better senses that humans did when it came to smell and sight. Maybe he was somehow able to smell Karl’s pregnancy, or hear it, or something that was admittedly weird but somehow normal and acceptable in demon logic. Or maybe Sapnap just told him.

“I’m fine.” I answered. If he did somehow know about the pregnancy I didn’t want him to think I was a selfish prick for not supporting Karl with it. If he didn’t and I said that I wasn’t alright then he might try and find out what we had talked about and why it had made me upset in the first place.

“Good.” He stood up. “I’m gonna go.” Bad informed me. “Skeppy is taking me out for dinner and I need to go get ready. Do you want me to help you with anything before I leave? I could help you find a movie or something?” I shook my head, there was no need to keep him hanging around. He could leave too, just like everyone else I cared about.

When he left I collapsed on the bed, trying not to cry as I stared up at the ceiling. A few weeks ago, my life had gotten exactly where I had wanted it to be. I had Dream, who I had developed a close relationship with. I had Karl, we were still best friends and spent every spare moment together. We had daily lessons with Philza. And my dangerous father was gone.

It’s all just been falling apart one thing at a time and I couldn’t help but wonder what would happen next. Perhaps the house would explode, or a meteor would reshape the Earth, or something. All that I knew was that with my luck I was bound to end up being the centre of the issue.

With tears in my eyes I crawled over to Dream. I knew that he was still unconcious and couldn’t really help me with much, but I still loved him, and being around him brought me a lot of happiness. My arms wrapped around him, holding him close as I continued to sob, beg, do anything to try and bring back the one person who I knew would love me more than anything.

“Please Dream,” I whimpered out. “Please wake up.” The silence in the room felt deafening, a clear sign of rejection from the demon. “I need you, Dream,” I tried again. “I’ve always needed you, but now more than anything. Please, please come back.” I wiped my eyes and sighed, he clearly couldn’t hear me.

So I went back to just hugging him, wanting all the closeness and comfort I could get but also being wary about the wound that was still present on his chest. While I sat there crying I hoped that he would be able to just grab my arms and hug me, it was unlikely but it was something that I was desperate for.

Even if he didn’t wake up, just some sign that I was not completely and utterly alone in this world.

Please?

Please, is there a sign?

Anything?

There wasn’t. All that I had was his breathing, which didn’t change a bit no matter how hard I begged him to look at me, and to give me a reason to believe that I am not really alone. “Please?” I asked him again, since maybe if I sounded desperate enough, it would tempt him to wake up.

But there was nothing, and I started crying, sobbing loud enough for my desperate sounds to echo throughout the room, possibly even echoing throughout the entire house. Nobody came running though. Nobody cared about me. Everyone else who was in this house was more focused on their own lovers and friends and lives than on me.

I cried against my love for hours, or at least it felt like hours. Nothing changed though, there was still nobody caring about me. It felt absolutely pointless. Being here in this home where nobody cared about me brought me pain, and so I eventually came to a conclusion.

Wiping away my tears I moved to kiss Dream on the lips, feeling his warm, shallow, breath against my cheek. “I love you.” I told him. “But I need to leave. I’m too much of a burden.” As I climbed off of the bed I repeated again, “I love you.”
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The first chapter of A Split Romance is up tomorrow and I am personally looking forward to it.

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