F.R.I.E.N.D.S

Chapter 52 • Alone

SAPNAP:
"Hey."

DREAM:
"Hey, we have a problem."

He sighed nervously.

SAPNAP:
"Therapy didn't go too well, did it?"

DREAM:
"Not at all but I drove us to the store to get some ice cream for all of us—"

SAPNAP:
"About damn time."

DREAM:
"Anyways—" I raised my voice, "I left George in the car but when I came back he was gone."

SAPNAP:
"Call him."

DREAM:
"I did. He left his phone in the car so I don't know where he went or if something happened to him—" I rambled.

SAPNAP:
"Okay breathe, alright? We'll find him." I heard a rattling of keys on his end.

I sighed nervously as my mind went to bad places.

"I really hope he's not going to..." I couldn't finish my thought as I swallowed hard.

-GEORGE's POV-
I walked down the street as my hands were kept in my pockets. While my shoes touched the concrete once at a time, my eyes watched my surroundings. Across the street, I saw two women holding hands while laughing. They looked so happy.

I lightly smiled at them as I remembered how Dream and I would act that way around each other.

I continued walking. I didn't know where I was going but I didn't really care. After a while, I made it to the shooting range we went to before. I sighed as my jaw clenched.

"This is how I'll handle it." I thought then made my way inside.

I swung open the door and walked in.

-DREAM's POV-
I sped around in my car, trying desperately to find George but I couldn't find him.

"Maybe he went back home." I thought.

I drove back home and opened the door to meet eyes with Bad in the living room.

BAD:
"Hey, you're back." He muted the tv.

DREAM:
"Yeah—is George here??" My voice shook.

Bad's eyes widened as he frowned, standing up.

BAD:
"No, what's wrong?"

DREAM:
"I—I can't find him—" I paced back and forth.

BAD:
"I thought you and him went out together?"

DREAM:
"Yeah b—but he left in the middle of us going out—" I breathed heavily as more anxiety filled my chest, "W—what if something happened to him??"

BAD:
"I'm sure wherever he is, he's okay." He walked to me, "We can go out and find him. We can track his phone."

I grabbed his phone out of my pocket and held it up.

DREAM:
"No we can't—he left his phone in the car—" tears filled my eyes.

Bad frowned.

BAD:
"It'll be okay, Dream. If he left his phone behind then maybe he didn't wanna be found. George...not, found."

I rolled my eyes.

BAD:
"Sorry."

DREAM:
"It's okay...maybe you're right...maybe he wanted to be alone but I just need to know that he's alright and not doing anything stupid."

-GEORGE's POV-
I held the gun with my hand as I set the bottom of it against my palm. I focused on the bullseye and fired it.

Instead of thinking about Hunter, I thought about how much I hated myself for causing Dream so much pain.