Dream x GeorgeNotFound short stories

They hate me because of my crimes

Song inspo- Nowhere to run
TW- Angst, nightmares, blood, murder.

"You're gonna die. I'm gonna kill you."

George ran down the long hallway. He was breathing heavily. The first room he saw, he ran into. He whipped around quicker than the speed of light to slam the door shut and lock the door. He backed away from the door until he hit a wall and slid his back down the wall. He curled up into a ball, pulling his knees to his chest.

"Feeling all blue. I've got more no more time. They all hate me, because of my crime."

George heard a distinct, loud ringing in his ears. He slammed his hands to his ears, pressing hard to stop the several voices screaming in his head. To muffle the sounds around him. The pressure in his ears was increasing, it felt like his eardrums were gonna explode right then and there, he didn't care. He wanted the voiced and the ringing to stop.

"Their threats come at me, their voices are loud. All the condemn me, my face is still proud."

The non-existing words echoed like a ricochet in his head. "You're gonna die, I'm gonna kill you." Were the words. There was no remedy. He whimpered as hot tears streamed down his face, leaving the trail behind it. He started to scream-whimper. He didn't realize it from the pressure he was putting on his ears. He couldn't hear any of the outside noises but the voices and the echos were much louder than anything.

"You were my good friend."

He needed Dream.

"I saved you before."

But George ran. He needed Dream.

"I thought you turned good now, but you asked for some more."

They stopped. The echos and voices stopped. He slowly took his hands off his ears, leaving a relief to his sore eardrums. He opened his eyes. He could still feel the wetness on his shirt and face from his tears. He realized how loud he was screaming. He looked around the room to realize where he was. Shelves filled with boxes everywhere. Some of the shelves were empty, leaving a blanket of gray and white dust on the shelf. He was sitting on a smoothed concrete floor.

"You had to provoke me. So I beat you, watched your skull bleed, now I feel blue."

He soon realized he started to mumble the words that were on a constant replay in his, like a broken record, or a young child struggling with stutters. "You're gonna die, I'm gonna kill you." Those same horrifying words that he just couldn't seem to pick out of his head.

"Out of ideas. Nowhere to run. Looking right down, barrel of a gun. And so I dream, voices in my head. Delusions mock me, my best friend is dead."

George stood up. Looking down at his hands. His bloody hands. What had he done? He hadn't remembered. He walked to the steel door and turned the knob. The door was locked. Right, he locked the door when he ran in. He unlocked the door and walked out. He started to walk down the long dreaded hallway, delusions and illusions making the hallway appear to be 100 miles long.
He sang the dreaded tune in his head again. "You're gonna die, I'm gonna kill you." He hadn't known where he heard that tune. But it's there.
Once he got to the end of the hallway his breathing began to speed up and became unsynchronized. He was terrified at the sight he saw. He feel backwards and screamed in terror, one again throwing his hands to his ears. The lifeless body of his best friend Dream, with blood pooling around him. Blood smeared on the green hoodie Dreams dead body was wearing. A stab wound right in the middle of his chest.

"I feel no guilt. But I shed a tear. I see your dead body, with blood all smeared. A bird sings a song, it was all for you. Outside it's warm, the skies are all blue."

Again came the voices that danced around in George's head. "You're gonna die, I'm gonna kill you." Ringing like the sound of a hospital flatline. The voices soon faded into what sounded like someone screaming his name.

"George!" Dream yelled. George's eyes quickly opened. "Are you okay? You were crying and talking in your sleep again." Dream said sitting next to George. George was breathing heavily, his heart was beating fast. "What time is it?" George asked. Dream pulled his phone out and the light shine back into his face. "4:12 AM" Dream said, tucking his phone back into his pocket. Dream noticed George was shaking with fear and terror, and he was breathing heavily. Dream pulled up the blanket and laid next to George and hugged him tightly. "What happened? Your heart is beating so fast." Dream said pulling George closer. "I had a nightmare...you were gone. You were gone, and it was my fault..." George said digging his face into Dreams chest and crying. Dream sighed a sympathetic sigh. "It's okay, I'm here for you. I won't leave you ever. Not again." Dream said playing with George's hair.

Hey! I'm proud of this chapter even though it's not very good. Sorry if it's long btw and sorry for the graphic story. Let me know what you want to see next?
And for people who don't understand, basically George has deep anxiety and had a nightmare where he murdered Dream and didn't realize it. Dream woke him up and comforted him.

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