Dreamnotfound Oneshots

Shattered Glass

//Warning!!// Abuse, Hurt/Comfort

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It always reminded Clay of how he felt when the first time happened. Always compared it. Always heard the same lingering screech that was his mind and the same blinding look his father send him, the disapproval, anger and disappointment mixed together, telling him over and over how much he screw up, how much he should've done better.

When he was 10 he wanted to make his dad proud. When he was 13 he just wanted to be left alone.

It always was easier to find the similarities to the first punch rather than differences. The pain now felt much easier to handle but it still left his body in shock, as if it wasn't used to it, it still became limb if it was too bruised, still made him stagger, cry, curl into himself on instinct.

And while he no longer begged, his voice was still silently screaming for air.

But it always felt like the look he was receiving was the worst. His father disapproved. Clay wondered, is it because a part of him still wants to make him proud? But he would've never admitted it, realization too painful, as a slap to his face snapped him out of his thoughts, his father frowning and scolding him for not looking into his dark dark eyes that were no longer bright green when he was lecturing him. It hurt so much. All he did was drop a glass bowl.

"Dream?" George. "Dreeam, answer."

"...Hm?"

"So you could hear me! What's with you and pranking me?"

He chuckled. "NOW I can."

And his ribs hurt at that, flinching and leaning down in hope of softening the pain, but the chuckle was worth it when he could hear George's voice smile through the headphones. "Sure. Dumbass." Dream inhaled, breath catching, he was called that just yesterday, and exhaled because he knows. It's not the same. "You didn't show up to the collage yesterday by the way. Some professor walked up to me and was like 'Dream wasn't in today, pass the notes to him'." He mimicked a voice and Dream definitely had no idea who George was talking about. "I don't even live near you! Unlike Stinknap.. So I'll come over after taking a shower."

The fact that the professors come up to George even though they're not in the same class, Dream being two years younger, would make him glow in happiness because wow, they're known for being bestfriends (even if he wants more of different love) but it was quickly cut off with the idea of George seeing him.

Last time he looked in the mirror his cheek was red, his hair was ruffled, his eyes were red and swollen while tears kept on spilling onto the tear stained cheeks in the dark bathroom. Cleaning up the blood from his fingers, that was dripping down drip drop onto the cold white sink, leaving red splashing marks that would soon be washed off with the cold water that wet and stung but cleaned his digits and next time he looked up, looking at Dream Clay, his green eyes were void of emotions until he sighed and brushed it off.

Two pieces of glass got stuck in his hand and it was so painful to pull out.

Ten steps up the stairs could be heard as Clay winced but thankfully didn't hear the hoarse voice speak to him.

"And you're not answering again. Dream come on-"

Fuck He is out of it today. If only his father left for good but even then he's thankful he at least gets a break when he leaves for overseas. "Sorry, sorry, was checking my schedule. It's so big you know?" George huffed in playful (was it?) exasperation and Dream looked towards the hallway leading to the bathroom. "Come on now, I have a lot of things to do George." He tells it as a joke but it's the truth. He didn't bother bandaging himself but if he's seeing his best friend he needs to do it. "I'll come over instead."