Peach Silhouette

5 | The forgotten days

TW // A6D, r slur (censored but still) homophobia, ableism, racism, abuse

PLEASE DO NOT CONTINUE IF YOU AREN'T CONFIDENT THAT YOU CAN WITHOUT BEING TRIGGERED

The night before...

George leaned back on the couch, closing his eyes. The clamor of the others was loud and overwhelming. 

"George, your phone is ringing." Niki pointed out kindly. He smiled in thanks and looked at the screen. 

'incoming call from a6d'

He stared at the screen. Then he looked around. The others were laughing at a joke Vurb made. He answered the call, putting the phone to his ear.

"George, what is wrong with you? Are you r*******?" 

"Excuse me?" The others looked at him concerned as his voice grew aggressive. Wilbur mouthed 'speaker' and George nodded, clicking the button.

"I said are you r*******?" Everyone covered their mouths in shock. 

"Please do not use that word on call with me." George said coldly. 

"Oh don't act like an oversensitive idiot." He scoffed in a heavy french accent.

"Why did you call me?" 

"I called you because no one ever mentioned anything about this move in to me."

"There was a reason for that." George's face was stony, his eyes furious. "If that is all you have to say then I am hanging up." 

"You're a pansy, a disgusting queer. You're going to hell you know that-" His voice was cut off as George ended the call. He hurried upstairs, away from the eyes on him. He heard them call his name but he paid no mind, rushing into his room and slamming the door. The words echoed in his ears. He wanted to shut it out, forget it forever.

-10 years ago -

A young boy sat in front of a canvas in his backyard. He stroked with his brush calmly, the image he created vibrant and abstract. It was amazing really, for a self taught artist of only 15. He looked up, noticing a woman smiling at him. She was short and thin, her dark brown hair cascading down in gorgeous waves. 

A cloud covered the sun, darkening the scene. The shadows outlined the bruises on the woman's neck, and the hollow look in her eyes. Her hair was dull and messy, as if it had not been taken care of for a long time. Then, something clattered loudly in the kitchen and a man came stumbling in. The boy panicked, trying to put away his paints and cover the canvas as fast as he could, but it wasn't fast enough.

"George, boy, what are you doing out there?" The man snarled, his words slurring. His dark eyes found the canvas, under a pale blue cloth. He barged out of the back door, shoving a frantic George out of the way. He fell onto the ground, the wind knocked out of his lungs. The man ripped the cloth off of the canvas, his face darkening into an even angrier frown. "What," he growled, "Is this foolery! You are no girl! What are you? A pansy? A stupid little queer? God punishes people like that." The man stared at George menacingly.

"No, he doesn't." George said boldly, tired of listening to lies. Lies that were told everywhere. That whispered in his ears at night when he thought about that boy from school. "You're wrong; and I don't care what you do to me. I know me, and that's enough."  The man smiled, his low laugh turning more maniacal every second.

"Is it now?" He grabbed the boy's arm, yanking him to his feet. He smashed the bottle in his other hand across the boy's head. "Is it enough now, you little brat?" George's eyes began to close, fatigue from what was probably a bad concussion setting in. The colors faded around him as he drifted into a dark sleep. The man shook him aggressively. "Is it enough?" He yelled. The woman rushed across the grass, her bare feet pounding in the dirt.

"Hayden stop!" She reached out to touch his shoulder. The man looked at her, the fire slowly dying from his eyes. He dropped the boy, staring at his weak figure curled up on the ground, blood dripping from the wound on his forehead. 

"It will never be enough." He said in a low and grim voice. "And neither will you."

I opened my eyes, glancing at Dream as he pressed the call button. His soft blond hair fell into his face, a cocky expression on it. I knew him though, and I could see the concern in his bright green eyes. At least, I assumed they were green. He met my eyes as I exited the room, and I felt my face heat up.

Then I heard the whispers again, and I looked down at the ground and exited the room. I sat down next to sap, pulling out my phone. 

George

Hey, can I talk to you?

Are you there?

I'm sorry if I'm bothering you, I don't mean to.

George, relax. You aren't bothering me. What's up?

George

I had another hallucination last night.

Did you tell Dream this time?

George

...No...he's busy, he doesn't need it right now.

George, he cares about you. You have to tell him at some point, or I will.

George

I just don't feel ready. It's different with you, we've known each other since we were kids.

You and Dream have something special, George. I've seen your connection. Don't let that vile man ruin that for you.

George

Are you sure?

Sure as the sun shines.

George

I love you.

I love you too. Now go spend time with your friend and enjoy yourself. 

George

Tell Dylan I said hi.

I will. Now seriously, go make the most of the time that you have!!

I shut of my screen, turning to Sapnap. He looked up at me and rolled his eyes. 

"George you're such a loser." 

"Your horrendous accent is more prominent in person."

"My horrendous accent? Look who's talking?" We bickered back and forth for a minute, before settling into peaceful conversation. I smiled, happy to be with my friends and content for the first time in a long time.

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inspiring song(s)

must have been the wind - alec benjamin

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an: hiiiii so i'm terrible at writing angst but I hope this was ok! just so you know this isn't the last we'll see of that internalized homophobia, it's gross but it's also a real thing that should be addressed. any guesses as to who the mysterious texter was? i gave you guys a clue but idk,,,,,you might not find out til I expose them...

love you guys!! have a great day and afri out!