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I shouldn't have done it.
I shouldn't have let my fear of George get the best of me.
I let someone I truly cared about get caught in the hands of someone who used to promise me the world.
I knew that Dream would be able to protect himself but I couldn't help but wonder.
Is he going to survive? Or did I kill Dream by leaving him with George?
I stopped at a building, leaning onto its walls and trying to catch my breath from all the panic.
I was having a panick attack.
My vision got a little bit blurry.
My brrath got fainter.
My hands were shaking.
I struggled to keep my body in a steady position.
The thoughts of murdering Dream and letting George never left my head.
It was night time meaning that noone was around.
I was having a panic attack and nobody could help me.
I hated myself.
For being a coward.
Falling for George's lies all over again.
Valuing my life over the ones from the people I care about.
Dream and I had our ups and downs but I still loved him like a younger sibling.
Like family.
And now.
I killed that family.
A distant yell was hearable from the woods I left Dream in.
I scrunched my face, holding back tears and squeezed my fist as hard as I could.
I was an am emotional wreck.
Why can't I feel normal for once? Why do I have to feel happy one day, mad the other and extremely depressed another day?
Why was it so hard for me to leave Dream in the woods?
Why couldn't I bring myself to go back to check on Dream?
Was it because I was afraid that George might kill me?
As a traitor, I felt bad.
As a friend, I felt horrible.
And as someone Dream trusted, I feel like throwing up from the hatred towarss myself.I sat on the cold street floor and calmed myself down.
Slowly, counting back from 20.
Letting my thoughts not get the better of me.20.
You don't deserve a life.
19.
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