My Only Light

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TW's:
-Mentions abuse
-Self harm

George POV
Monday 10:57 pm

It was hours later. My parents had just left and I crawled back inside. They hadn't even said goodbye, they only threw the keys from the house to me. I stumbled inside and fell down on the couch. Even though it was pretty hot lately, I felt extremely cold. I had been laying on the ground outside for 4 hours. I startled when my phone rang. Dream was calling. I accepted the call.

'H-hello?'

Talking hurt a lot.

'Hey Gogy, I'm at the airport, my plane is leaving within now and an hour.'

'Good.'

'Are you okay?'

'Yeah.'

'Sure? Why are you talking like that?'

'Like what?'

'Like you're in pain.'

'Nah, I'm good. See you.'

'George, wait. You can talk with me, you know that right?'

'Yeah, I do. It's nothing important, I-.'

'I'm so sorry, my plane is leaving. We talk later.'

'Ok.'

'Bye Georgie, we talk later, stay strong.'

He hung up and just five minutes later I got a call from Sapnap.

'Hey?'

'Is something wrong?'

'No, why?'

'Dream was really worried so he texted me.'

'Nothing to worry about.'

'Since when do you have that lisp?'

'Eh- what?'

'Are you alright man?'

'Yes, now go pack your shit or something.'

'Did you get hit?'

'No, I might go and sleep for a little.'

'Fine, take care.'

I hung up and stumbled upstairs. Instead of sleeping I stumbled to the bathroom, grabbing my mums makeup. I tried covering my black eye and wiped the blood of my face. When I tried covering it for an hour, I collapsed on the ground. It was still so obvious. I started crying softly and buried my face in my hands. It hadn't solved anything. Why? Why just now? How was I going to hide this? I wasn't thinking straight and looked around me.

TW SELF HARM

I grabbed the razor and pulled my sleeves up. Before I even realised what I was doing, I put the razor on my arm. Blood started dripping down on the ground, but I just couldn't stop. Several cuts covered my arms and I got to the point I was screaming of the pain. I threw the razor back into the shower and felt myself getting lightheaded. I managed to stand up and turned the shower on. I undressed and startled when I saw all bruises on my chest and back. I quickly showered and washed all blood away. I grabbed some bandages and wrapped it around my arm.

TW OVER

I wrapped a towel around my middle and walked into my room. I grabbed my favourite hoodie and some sweatpants. I stumbled downstairs and laid down on the couch. Before I knew I fell asleep.

I woke up hours later, I checked my phone and saw it already was 5 pm. Dream was coming in a few hours. I decided to fill up the time with playing some Minecraft.

When I played for 1,5 hours, I decided to call an Uber to drive me to the airport. The driver arrived ten minutes later and we drove to the airport.

'Are you alright, boy? What's your name?'

'George.'

'Are you okay?'

'Why?'

'It seems like you've cried a lot and it seems like someone beat you up.'

'Oh, no. I fell.'

The man looked at me weirdly, but didn't say anything about it anymore. We arrived at the airport fifteen minutes later. I thanked the driver and stumbled to gate A. Walking hurt a lot.

Pissbaby
im just checking out, where r u?

You
gate A

Pissbaby
ok be right there

I waited another five minutes. I was extremely nervous. Not only because I was sitting here with a black eye and completely beaten up, but also just the fact I was going to see my best friends for the first time in years. I startled when I felt my stomach flip a little as soon as I imagined Dreams face. Why? What's wrong with me? I never saw Dreams face before, I could only imagine how he looked. All I knew is how much I liked the sound of his voice. I imagined him as a pretty decent guy. I was afraid, what would he think about me? Definitely now with this black eye.

What was going to be my excuse for all those bruises? I was trying to think very hard about an excuse. I could say I fell down the stairs? I nodded to myself, that was a good excuse. I just had to wear a hoodie everywhere I went and everything would be perfectly fine.

I startled when I suddenly felt hands on my shoulders. I hid myself and screamed. I hated it when people suddenly touched me, it always made me feel like my dad was going to hit me again.

I turned around and looked in the face of a beautiful man. I didn't recognise his face, but he was so beautiful.

'Hey, George.'

I immediately blushed. Was the man I just called beautiful Dream? My face heated up even more and Dream pulled me in for a hug. He was absolutely gorgeous and his touch made me feel relaxed.

'Hey, Dream,' I whispered.

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