𝐴 𝑇𝑤𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝐹𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑦𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑒 ➪ [𝐷𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚 𝑥 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑡] [𝐻𝑉]

3

(An: It's been like 6 months)
—
"Dream, why are we doing this?"

It had been about 3 months since then. Things have changed. But I can't say if it's for the better or for the worst. Most would probably say for the worst. It might've been.

A lot of things happened in the span of that 3 months.

Dream, he was...different now.

It all changed and I had no way of stoping it.

Maybe I did. Stop it I mean. It would've been easier to just run away.

But I couldn't.

No.

Not to him.

Not ever.

He saved me.

He gave me salvation.

Yes.

I should believe in him.

Or so I thought...

—

"Just shut up. This wasn't part of the plan. This wasn't suppose to happen. This is all your fault. If it weren't for you things would've been much more," everything else was a blur.

It became silent afterwards, just the shovel hitting dirt and scrapping into the hole.

Again.
Again.
Again.
Again.
Again.

I don't know when it had stopped but it eventually did.

I had gotten use to it.

Maybe not the death, I don't think you'd ever get use to it.

Death I mean.

But I did get use to the words he spoke.

"Im sorry. I didn't mean to. It just happened. You know I would do that to you right. You're my favorite of all of them. You can't see me like the rest. They don't understand but you do."

No, I don't have Stockholm syndrome.

I just not ready yet.

To let go of him.

Well maybe not him.

But the old him.

The Clay him.

Now he's just...

Dream.

Cut and dry, dream.

—

"How long do we have to keep doing this, Dream?"

"I don't know, stop asking."

Maybe I did ask a lot.

I had stopped counting the bodies after 30.

I don't think I've gotten past 30.

I didn't know him.

But his face was definitely familiar.

I could care less.

I didn't know him, that well at least.

He appeared around campus sometimes.

But now he's just old news, history.

Dream seemed to know him.

But he won't talk about it.

At all.

It was probably another one of his 'friends'.

But this one seemed different.

Dark hair.
Blood shot eyes.
Blood.
Dead.
6 feet under.

'When will it end.'