Day 208

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This song is called Stressed Out, by Twenty One Pilots.

⚠TW⚠

Suicidal Actions

Angst

Panic Attack

Cussing

Dream POV

     That's it.

I'm over this.

Over all the pain.

The depression.

       George has been gone for almost a month now since the argument. 

I wish I could turn back time. 

Take back the words I said to him.

The words that caused him so much pain.

The words I never meant.

     I was so stupid. Why did I have to go to that stupid party? Why did I have to drink so much? Why did I say what I said?

    My head started to throb, and the room started spinning.

I felt my chest tightening as tears welled up in my eyes.

    I buried my face into a pillow, sliding off of my bed and onto the floor.

   I can't do this anymore.

The pain, it's just too much.

   I started crawling to the bathroom, my only focus is to get rid of the pain. Make it disappear.

Make me disappear.

Disappear from this harsh, cruel world.

The world that hurt me, my friends, everyone I love. 

     I reached up, opening the cabinet, blindly reaching for something, anything that could take me out of this unfair world.

  I started opening the container, spilling a handful of pills into my hand.

A sob escaped out of my mouth.

    Was I really going to do this?


Yes.

   With that I shove the pills into my mouth.


     I felt myself slowing starting to fade away, my stomach full of intense pains, as if someone was ripping it out.

The last thing I saw before I blacked out was my reflection in the mirror.

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JK JK DON'T GO YET.

I'm sorry!!! I had to!!

Ok here's the real thing:

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   With that I shove the pills into my mouth.

"DREAM"

       All of a sudden I felt cold, colder then I ever have before. A pair of hands hit me square in the back, with so much force that I spit the pills out.

George POV

   I hit Dream square in the back, causing him to spit out the pills.

"How many did you swallow?!"

     He mumbles an answer and leans back against against the wall.

"DREAM."  I slapped him across his face. "How many fucking pills did you swallow?!"

   "None! None. I-I didn't swallow any." He yells.

Me and Sapnap both sigh at the same time.

"Thank god."

   He looks up at us, tears in his eyes.

"Oh my fucking god. I-I..." You can hear the panic in his voice as he realized what he just tried to do.

    I cut him off by pulling him into a huge hug, Sapnap sits next to us, tears threating to spill out of all of our eyes.

"I'm so sorry, I don't know what I was thinking." He lets out a sob, burying his face into his hands.

    "Its okay, your okay now." Sapnap whispers.

Dream POV

We just sit there, in silence, tears streaming down all of our faces.

   Then it dawned on me.

I scrambled up, standing up, getting a confused look from George.

"You came back."

"Yeah?"

Sapnap, understanding what's happening, quickly vanishes.

"But.. why? I thought you hated me."

    George stood up. "Dream, I don't hate you."

"But you left, and.. and you seemed so sad and upset. I'm sorry George."

        He pulls me into another hug. "No Dream, I'm sorry. You were in so much pain, and I didn't see that.  I should have been more open."

    Suddenly the door bursts open and  Karl tackles me into a bear hug. "Holy Honk Dream are you okay??"

    I let out a small chuckle. "Yeah, I'm okay."

Sapnap appears in the doorframe. "Karl don't knock him over!"

"Oops," Karl says, letting go.

      The pain and sadness are gone, because I realize I'm a lot less alone then I felt before.

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Thoughs? Comments? Questions??

The endings kinda bad, I didn't really know how to end this chapter 😅

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