smile // dreamwastaken

8- why?

Fanart by @itsonlysapphy on Instagram! :)

TWs: sexual assault, abuse, strong language, banging, yelling/shouting.

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It's been two months. Two months since I found out Dream and George are dating. You may ask how I reacted. Well.. let's go back to the night he confessed.

Flashback, two months ago.

"Me and George are dating." Dream soon announced. I froze. Tears were coming out of my eyes..but why? Why were tears coming out of my eyes? Did I like Clay? No. I couldn't like him. Did I like George? No...we aren't even close. Did I not like them together..? That I couldn't find out.

"Oh-uhm...I-I have to go!" I quickly ran out of the car. Why? Why did I say that? Why am I crying? Why.

I ran home and cried. I cant figure why I cried.

Present time.

You may ask why I cried. I still have no idea. I've been on my own for the past two months. I quit film club. Billzo and I haven't spoke either. Quackity, Karl, and Sapnap..well, we haven't spoke. Sometimes I see them in the hallways and we pass each other waves, but we haven't really had a conversation. Tubbo and Tommy, they've been busy. With what? I have no clue.

I'm in science right now. Wondering, what is going on in life right now? I'm not happy, that's for sure. But I'm not angry or sad. I haven't cried in those two months or I haven't gotten mad. I don't even know if George and Dream are dating still. If they broke up, what emotions would I even feel? Happy? Sad? No clue.

"Y/n!" I looked up to see Mrs. Puffy. Shit. "Pay more attention or detention, ok?" I nodded. I felt snickers and rolled my eyes. Annoyed? Nope. Did it matter? I have no fucking idea at this point.

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I got a skateboard. Felix got a boyfriend , too. He's nice. His name is Logan. Logan's..sweet. But I feel like they took it a little fast. And when I mean fast, I walk in on them making out most of the time. I cook myself dinner now, and skateboard home. Felix and Logan don't care when I'm home.

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I was skateboarding home when some dude came over to me. I stopped and picked the skateboard up. He was tall..and looked like he was in collage. He had a smirk. Oh no. Cliche time.

"Hey, you're pretty cute. Do you mind telling me your name?" He asked and started moving closer to me. I felt..uncomfortable. And did I have an emotion? Yes, one that felt scared. Fear.

"Uh- y-yeah it's y/n.." shit. Why did i tell him that? He's moving his hands to my waist. Shit shit shit. I freaked out. I tried and tried to get his hands off me but it didn't work. I screamed. He slapped me. Everything went to a blur after that.

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I woke up..in a van. It was moving. I panicked. Shit shit shit. I picked up my phone, I checked the time. 1:39am. What the fuck? I quickly looked around. I couldn't see anyone. I picked it up and called ..Clay? Why cla-

He picked up.

"Y/n? It's 1am..and we haven't spoke it months wh-"I cut him off. I felt tears to my eyes. Don't be a fucking crybaby. Why why why am I crying?

"I'm in a moving van please help I didn't know where I am but-shit the van stopped I'm sharing my location!" Before he could speak I hung up and shared my location quick as possible. I put my phone in my pocket and pretended I was sleeping. Why do these things happen?

"Y/n. I know you're fucking awake. Hey the fuck up! We're here." A familiar voice spoke. I looked up to see the man from earlier. I tilted my head. He grabbed my arm and pulled me to a house. His grip made my arm hurt.

"Come on Im tired. Get in the bed." I slowly nodded and got in the bed. Why..? He smirked and laid next to me. He cuddled me. I didn't feel comfortable. Usually I felt comfortable in cuddling but I didn't with this man. My body shivered. He slapped me.

"Stop shivering you slut! Go to fucking sleep!" He yelled. I nodded quickly and tried to go to sleep. Clay hurry up.

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I woke up to someone throwing shit...I looked up. I was the only one in the room. I heard faint shouts.

"WHERE IS SHE?" One man spoke.

"WHOEVER Y/N IS SHE ISNT HERE" another man spoke louder. I got up and quickly banged on the door.

"HELP FUCKING HELP" I cried and banged on the door until my wrists hurt. I have up and slowly cried. I heard yells and banging on the other side of the door. I fell asleep.

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