Missing

10

Tw: panic attack, vomiting
George's POV

I can't kill someone. I feel my breathing pick up as dream looks at me, still having a grip on my chin.

"WHAT" Ben starts to yell again and I roll my eyes holy shit he's annoying. Dream brings his face impossible closer and whispers to me "c'mon Georgie I know you think he's annoying too" I stay quiet and look at where his eyes would be " do you know what happens to ungrateful puppies that don't appreciate a treat" I can practically see the growing grin on his face and it scares me.

Ben kept screaming and it was louder because he got the gag off. Dreams hand that wasn't holding my face clenched and I flinched when he yelled so close to me. "I SAID SHUT THE FUCK UP" he grabbed a knife  from his pocket and through it at Ben. It hit him in the arm and blood was dripping out while he screamed impossibly louder.

I think dream snapped because he grabbed my arm and yanked me out of the bed. The room was spinning because I haven't got up in days and the lack of food want helping. Dream saw this and steadied me before I fell.

He then brought me over to Ben and yanked the knife out of his arm. A bit of blood got on me and I wanted to throw up. " alright Georgie, your lucky I'm letting you pick how to kill him, but it's only cuz this is your fist time" he picked the bag up and put everything out on the table "come pick". I slowly walk over to the table and see meany different torcher weapons. There's a verity of weapons like knives, rat poison, a small torch, a drill, sharpened scissors, and surgical looking tools.

I don't know what to do, Dream will get mad if I say no but killing an innocent person is wrong. "He's not as innocent as you thing Georgie" dream is suddenly really close to me so Ben doesn't hear. "W-what do you mean" I whisper, my voice isn't to strong because I haven't been using it. "I mean he's a bad man that deserves to die, he sells drugs and did meany other illegal things, we're doing the world a favour"

I think about what he said and look all the weapons over again. Maybe it will be fine, if I kill him quickly then it's ok, he did bad things anyway he deserves it. I slowly pick up a knife wanting to end this quickly and walk over to stand in front of Ben.

He looks at the knife in my hand then my face and starts to hyperventilate, tugging on his restraints. Dream is standing proudly by the table watching the whole thing unfold. I feel my hands shake and tears prick my eyes. "I can't" I whisper while taking a step back "I can't dream" I shut my eyes tight trying to make everything go away. Dream comes up behind me and puts his hands on my shoulders "it's ok, you can do it" he says directly into my ear, I shake my head "no I can't, I really really can't" my breathing starts to become faster and unsteady.

My shaking hands almost drop the knife but dream make sure it stays where it is. He holds my hand up and pushes me so I take a step forward. When I'm standing I front of Ben again he brings my hand to his throat, the knife cuts him a little and blood beds at the edge of the blade. The tears start to fall and I try to full my hand away but dreams grip is to strong.

Ben is trying to move away but it's no use. The room starts to spin again and I feel sick, frantically trying to pull my hand away. In one motion Dream slits his through and I'm covered in blood. Ben starts to choke and makes terrible sounds as he dies, dream finally let's go and I stumble back till I hit the wall.

My legs give out and I'm sitting on the floor. Everything is so loud and the room won't stop spinning, I feel like I can't breath. The next thing I know my non-existing lunch is coming back up. It feels like fire in my throat making breathing hurt even more then it already does. Black starts to dot my vision and I know I'm going to pass out, I think dream is skating me but everything's to blurry to tell. Everything goes black and I'm no longer conscious.

Dreams POV

George was having a panic attack and passed out. He's lucky I'm going easy for his first kill and won't punish him for this. I pick him up and bring him back to the bed, tucking him under the blanket. Greta now I have to clean up this mess and hide a body. I groan and go upstairs to get my cleaning shit, this might take a minute. George is lucky I like him or he would be cleaning up all this blood of the floor. I think about how to tell him I lied and he just killed an innocent person, maybe I won't tell him at all who knows.

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