Built for Revenge // dreamnotfound //

Chapter 16

Sapnap gives Dream a pat on the shoulder before shutting the door. Dream doesn't bat an eye, his eyes don't glide off of me.

Before he could even open his mouth I ask the question.

"Why am I here?"

His eyes glide over the table, he then looks at his hands, but doesn't respond.

"Why am I here?!" I repeat, but louder.

He squeezes his eyes shut for a second before getting up. He slowly walks towards me while he lets his hand glide over the table.

I lean back in my chair and burn my stare into his head. He finally says something, his voice sounds rather soft.

"George.."

He takes a seat next to me, in the same chair Bad sat in. I soften my stare and change my posture.

He doesn't look at me while asking a question, "Have you ever dealt with death?"

I bat my eyes, "What?"

He finally looks at me again, but doesn't repeat the question. It wasn't necessary, I heard it clearly, I just didn't know how to respond.

I open my mouth, "I mean- I'm a police officer, of course I've seen deaths."

"I mean; the death of a person that was close to you." Dream adds.

I think deeply, "..I don't think so." I say hesitantly.

"Have you seen someone die, or a dead body close up."

That last part silenced me. I breathe in and out heavily. What the fuck were these questions? I try my best not thinking about December 10th. I hadn't eaten for a whole week.

I was traumatized.

I can feel my stomach turn. You know that certain feeling that makes you not-hungry, or lose your hunger. It can come from anywhere. It makes you feel like you're full but also empty inside.

"George?"

Dream's voice makes me jump slightly. I look up at him, he's standing near the window now. His body faced towards the city, but his head turned towards me.

I try getting my shit together, "Yes, I've seen a corpse up close."

"Was it a person you loved?"

"No."

It doesn't matter if you cared about that person, seeing their dead body does something to any normal human being. I haven't been the same since.

Dream speaks again, " I have witnessed someone die.."

I look at him again.

"Someone I cared about- a lot." he adds.

"I- I'm sorry.." I say.

It's quiet for a bit. I see, he must be traumatized as well. But we both deal with it differently.. I think. I don't know how he's dealing with it. But kidnapping me cannot be the answer, right?

I mean- what do I have to do with that? I have no idea who he even is. No way we're connected to each other somehow.

It's still silent. I think wisely before asking a question.

"But what does your trauma have to do with me?"

I try to seem calm. I know you should never raise your voice at people in these kind of situations. There's a lot going on inside their head.

I patiently wait for his answer.

"Listen.." he starts, "Do you believe in soulmates?"

I furrow my eyebrows, what kind of question was that? I never really had a person I could tell everything. I have some friends, like Wilbur and Karl, but I would never describe them as my soulmate.