(This was requested by @LilacDreamer2005 enjoy!)
Gosh....your life was tough.
They've been doing it for such a long while it....hardly ever really mattered to you anymore.
Nobody really helped you or listened to you for that matter so they continued to torment, beat you, and just hurt you mentally. It had gotten so severe, you couldn't EVER feel safe no matter if you were away from your parents or not.
You could not relax, focus, or simply breathe easily because of the abuse.
But...eventually your parents did eventually get caught, they took you away from them and they went to trial in which...they plead guilty and were sent away for 30 years without parole.
Fortunately you were placed into therapy with other people like you who have been abused and you were doing just fine! You had gotten an apartment, a job, and actually ate 3 good meals everyday.
You were doing well! But you did still had trouble....socializing. You just could not seem to physically or mentally handle it, or you couldn't bring yourself to trust anyone except for the people in the Therapy Department....which is a very small amount of people.
One particular person, wait no- correction, monster, doesnt seem to understand that and he attempts to talk to you every morning but always has such a hard time considering you hyperventilate after awhile and it scares him greatly!
But you did get a little better everyday, to the point were you comfortable giving him at least a small smile, which in fact made his day much much brighter.
But anyways, intro out of the way time to begin the day. (lol that rhymed)
Your POV:
Ugh...waking up is the absolute worst thing ever. I groan, the hellish ball of fire in the sky shining rays into your face and into the your big bedroom. I sit up reluctantly, my ears folded against my head as began rub the crust out of my eyes. "Mornings....Ugh I hate mornings.....!" I say irritability as I begin to slide out of bed to start my morning duties.
timeskip
After getting dressed, eating, brushing my teeth, and gathering some things to go to therapy, I of course had to stop at the bus stop....hooray!
I hiss as the cold morning air hit my skin, breathing in the frosty cold air and begin to make my way up to the bus stop, hugging my sweater to my body to keep warmth.
I like walking to the bus stop...it's always quiet, there are hardly any cars or people, and as much as I hate early mornings it's always just so relaxing and definitely takes my anxiety go down a couple notches too. Lost in my thoughts I failed to notice the skeleton yelling my name and running after me...which scared me shitless when he eventually caught up with and well....here he is right in front of me!
"H-hah...ah gosh...you sure do walk fast!" He wheezes trying to catch his breath,his hands placed into his legs as he was leaning over trying desperately to catch his breath. "I-I really...need to work out more..." He grins ,a bead of sweat dripping off of his skull. I stare at him nervously and attempt to give the skeleton a smile while also forcing a quiet laugh. He returns my sad excuse for a smile and does eventually catch his breath, he speaks up, "H-hah...since I finally caught up with you...wanna walk to the bus stop together?" He asks, his smile widening and seeming to get even more cheerful then he already was.
My stomach starts to flutter with fear and my mind was heavily protesting but...how could I ever say no to a face like that? My lips purse and I tried to speak but all that came out was a weird croak/squeal sound (Which startled Dream greatly) soooo instead of trying to say a simple "Yes" to him, I just wearily nod. He seems to still be a bit shocked at my attempt of talking but he quickly shakes it off, "My you don't talk much do you?" He smiles at me then laughs .
My ears flick in embarrassment and heat immediately rushes to my cheeks, "I.....I-" he interrupts, "No no! Don't worry about it really!" He smiles gently patting my shoulder, in which I hissed and jumped away from him.
Dreams POV:
I jump at the sound of a loud hiss/spit as the human...? (YOU ASSUMING MAH SPECIES-?) jumps away from me clutching their shoulder like I just punched them or something? "O-oh gosh I'm sorry! Did I hurt you!?" I ask very concerned that I really did hurt them. They watch me with complete fear in their eyes...I can't help but feel guilty. "Sorry! I'm real sorry..." Their breathing begins to slow and they seem to be a little bit more calmer as their fur begin to settle back down as well.
They nod in understanding and sigh heavily.
".....do you....wanna still walk with me?"
they nod again.
Few months later + POV change
Everyday the two would meet up, they walked together, they would say goodbye to each other, and then it would repeat.
Until the day that....Y/N no longer needed to go to Therapy anymore. They were finally in a good mental state and they was finally beginning to show their true personality and Dream...Just fell in love with them~
They moved in with each other,
They had many dates with each other,
They had many laughs with each other,
And they shared many living memories with each other.
But nothing was more heart breaking to Dream....then the moment you both found out that you had Terminal lung Cancer...
You were hospitalized and underwent many surgeries, Dream had visited you many times and tried his hardest to reassure you that you could make it.
Suffering....oh how you were suffering.
You would cough dryly and many times coughed up blood, you couldn't eat without help, you couldn't stay awake for a whole day, hell...you couldn't even breathe properly.... And as much as Dream did not want hear this... You had given up hope that you would make it... You were gonna let the cancer consume you, you were tired of fighting it, and you were tired of the suffering...you wanted to let it win.
last timeskip...
Rain pursued,
Soaking everything it touched and darkened up the whole day and most people moods.
A flower is ever so gently placed onto the dirt...getting soaked by the rain...damn you rain.
The big,carved, slab of marble stands sadly as rain tormented and abused it relentlessly, accepting the gift of kindness.
Dream stood kneeled and too let the rain abuse him. He reached a hand out and gently caressed the side of the marble slab as he gazed upon it sadly and slowly l punched himself over.
It at first was quiet weeping but all the weeping turned to slightly louder crying then lastly to sobs of pure anguish and sadness.
Because on the Tombstone...
carved deeply into the stone....
Rest In peace
Y/N L/N
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