The knife glistens in the glowing sun. Slowly, I plunge it deep into the mans chest, a blood curdling scream leaves his mouth, then nothing, no sound. George, lived a peaceful life working at Philza's cafe, when suddenly he showed up. A man, with the most beautiful blonde hair and green eyes. This guy was named Dream, or well, that was his alias. IF THE CONTENT CREATORS WANT ME TO TAKE DOWN THIS STORY I WILL, ALSO THIS WILL BE READ FROM GEORGES POV ALWAYS, IT WONT CHANGE.