I've been having a shitty day and it's not even 5:00am yet. I woke up at fucking 4:30am and can't go back to sleep because it feels like my insides are being stabbed every other second. I need to grab a pill from my mom to get rid of the pain, but she's asleep because it's FUCKING 4:52 IN THE MORNING. I still have school today; it's my second to last day. Tomorrow is my last day, finally. I want to cry.

This will be a short chapter.

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Dream came in to give George lunch the same day when he finally cracked about who he was talking about...

Dream sighed and sat down on the edge of the bed, "you won't let that go, will you?" 

George just shook his head and stared at Dream.

Dream mumbled something quietly into his hand and looked at George, who was patiently waiting.

"She's my sister," Dream told him, "We call her 'Drista' although it's not her real name. She's pretty much blackmail towards me. If I stop killing, she'll die." He looked gloomily towards the ground.

Dream looked over to George and immediately changed his tone, "...And THAT is why I decided to keep you. I can have a little company with me during this."

He patted George's arm, and George looked as if he wanted to cry, "I-I'm sorry,"

Dream glanced at him, "why? It's not your fault."