What's hidden within (dreamnotfound)

✨ 2 | Escape | 2 ✨

8/27/20 9:04 pm

A/n: don't mind me sobbing while writing this. Guys Conan Gray makes me cry too much. Last chapter was very fast paced so yaknow, I owed you guys a 2k word chapter :)

Song inspo: The story by Conan Gray (highly recommend you listen to it first)

Word count: 2021

George's Pov

A wave of relief washed over me as I realized that my plan worked. 'I hope I didn't kill him' I think as I realized that I didn't know what the pills exactly were.

I stood still for a moment, it had been ages since someone had touched me, and the embrace felt kind of nice actually.

I get snapped out of my daze as I realize that the weight of him leaning on me is knocking me off balance.

I gently lay dream down against a wall in a sitting position after thinking that he could wake up at any time. After making sure that he wouldn't fall over, I picked up his scythe that was on the floor, and I propped that too against a wall on the opposite side of me in case he woke up.

One good thing came out of this situation. 'At least I have a weapon now'. I think as I stare at the scythe. It was pretty tall, at least 5 feet when standing up straight. It was a duel end weapon and had two arch shaped blades, one on each side.

There were blood stains on the thing everywhere, I can't even imagine how many lives had been taken with this.

I look back at dream who was still asleep. They say that people look their best when asleep, and quite honestly I can believe that. Though there was still a mask on his face, from his body language he seemed so defenseless and well,, wholesome.

It was hard to believe that he was the #1 on the leaderboard. Until I remembered what had happened around 5 minutes ago.

'I hope he's not like that when he wakes up, if he wakes up' then I start to think. Why am I not just killing him here, right now?

I think about it for a while, studying his semi curly dirty blond hair. I convince myself that it's out of fear and respect for him while I crouch down next to him, my legs ready to jump up and run in case something happens.

I'm curious about how many wrist bands he has, so I gently poke his hand with my finger. I noticed that he doesn't move, just keeps sitting there peacefully, and so I pick up his hand, my fingers intertwined with his.

Suddenly I feel guilty. The ridiculous thought of 'I'm invading someone's privacy' shot into my head. But then again I remember that he's a serial killer, what's  there to hide when I know that there will be a lot of them anyways.

And with that I turn his arm around, exposing the inside of his wrist. I take my other hand and tap the spot that should make his wristbands physical.

But,, there's only one, his own.

Puzzled, I touch his wrist, making the one disappear, and I watch it reappear as I tap the same spot again.

'He probably just cashed in then' I think, nodding my head, that's the only explanation.

But then I look around, I don't see any money on him anywhere, 'that's so weird'

I grab his left sleeve, slowly rolling it up as I wonder if he hid some bands up his arm.

What I see is more horrifying then I expected. There are scars, bruises, and cuts all along and across his arm, reminding me of my younger self. 'The signs of abuse'  I think, suddenly feeling bad for the man.