"Recovery" - Dnf

Chapter/17

aha expect angst chapters-

cw: anxiety attack??? Self harm

"I don't know" George responded

"George please, if you ever feel like that, tell me, or use a word" dream cuddled him.

"Storm" George said

"Why storm?"

"Cause on the first few days i arrived in florida, it stormed and it's what brought us closer" George smiled "but at the same time, they suck cause they knocked the power out"

"How are you with the dark it's been a while" Dream said,

George shrugged, signalling the conversations done,

"When you two have finished me and karl would like to use the tv" sapnap said entering the room,

George got up without saying a word and went up to their room, Dream went after him

instead of going to their bedroom george went to the bathroom, locking it

"George i'm sorry i didn't mean to ask about it" Dream stood at the door,

george responded with silence,

"Please" Dream said,

George opened the door and hugged dream

"Storm" he mumbled

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Dream had spend the next few hours with george, giving every single bit of affection he had,

Eventually george got tired of it "Stop" George slid out of dreams grasp

"I don't wanna" George mumbled turning away from dream,

"George.."

"No go away" George snapped,

he stood off the bed, and faced dream "i wanna help" Dream said

"i don't need your help" george said sternly

"George, please"

"Fuck off, please" George yelled turning around facing dream

"I don't need your help! I never have, I fucking hate you i wish i never came to florida, your so clingy and always wanna be with me!" George yelled storming out the room slamming the bathroom door shut as he locked it behind him

he sunk down realising what happened,

(anyone confused, george just had an anxiety attack, there are different types and that was an anger outburst -i've had one, not fun- So that's technically what just happened, it then leads into a panic attack)

He crawled over to the cupboard getting the blade back out, he was choking on his own sobs, he was struggling to breathe,

storm

storm

storm.

the word bounced around his head yet he couldn't bring himself to call out for help or say the word out loud,

he slid the blade across his wrist, and did it more times than before, leaving his wrist covered,

he tried to control his breathing but he heard dream at the doorway,

"George i'm sorry" He said

"Dream" george choked,

Dream picked the lock and burst into the bathroom seeing george on the floor, his arm even worse

"Storms gone"