《Tw's:》self harm, blood, abuse, alcohol, thoughts of being overweight, ect, ed?, emplied passing out.
[Georges pov:]
"Oh george, you can never do anything right."
My fathers loud, booming voice called down the hall. I shut the door slowly as i smelt the alcohol in his hands.
"Probably going off to some girls house like a slut." He slurred stumbling towards me. He threw the quarter full bottle off larger onto the floor and chuckled as i flinched at the smash.
"Oh george, george, george." He sighed while walking up to me.
Before i could get a word out, pain covered my body as he punched, kicked, and hit. My body ached, he had been going for 15 minutes how was he not tired.
He pushed me into the glass cabinet, causing the glass to shatter and fall onto me as i cried into the floor. The insides of the cabinet and the wooden frame soon fell on top of my distressed body. My dad gave me one last kick before finding more alcohol.
"Fuckk." I whisper-groaned. I quickly shuffled away, ignoring the stinging pain in my arms and face.
I felt some glass stab my leg, and i squealed in pain as i shuffled away. I quickly sat away from the cabinet and began picking up the glass with my bare hands, as my 'dad' watched my everymove.
"GEORGE HURRY UP FOR FUCKS SAKE." He yelled as i nodded.
"S-sorry, sir." I stuttered out in fear.
He grunted as i shoved it all in the bin, my legs threatening to give way and the blood forming a trail.
I walked over to the bathroom after my dad opened a can off beer. I shut the door, locked it, and perched on the toilet seat. I peeled all my clothes off, leaving my boxers on.
I looked over my blood-stained body and frowned.
Fat.
Ugly.
Fat.
Starve.
Bleed out.
Fat.
I sniffled as the thoughts got louder and louder. I covered my ears, and eventually, my breathing was less panicked.
I grabbed a flannel, not having the motivation to shower. I wipped all the dry and new blood off the best i could before adding some bandages and plasters. I looked at my face in the mirror and ignored the thoughts while peeling some glass off my cheek. I slowly put a plater on top and groaned in annoyance. I carried my blood coverd clothes and quickly walked to my room, shutting the door.
I shoved a blue T-shirt and some basket ball shorts on before lying face first into my sheets.
I glared over to the noise off my phone ringing. I sighed and tried to block it out. No use. I grabbed my phone off the side and looked at the screen.
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'-56 notifications from "Clay :]" -'
'-20 missed calls from "Clay :]" -'
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I groaned and began looking through at the messages.
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Dream :]
Georgeeee
Did you get home okay?
Fuck, maybe he does care? I mean, he's typing.. Still.
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Dream :]
jeezus dude, sorry, i got busy, im gonna head to bed. I'll still be at yours tomorrow unless something comes up. Thank you for carin and all.<3
OMG, YOUR ALIVE, OKAY. SLEEP WELL GEORGIE, OFF COURSE I CARE ABOUT YOU YOUR MY FRIEND.
read~6.25
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I groaned lazily and shoved the sheets over my pain coated body.
I brought that stupid dinosaur teddy close to my chest and sniffled into its head.
I can't do anything right. Can i?
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I woke up to the glimpse of sunshine raying through my window. I mentally hissed at the brightness and remembered i was going to clays house today. I got up, throwing the covers on the floor with everything else. I grabbed out some black jeans and a grey hoodie and a plain white top. I got dressed quickly and then groaned at the pain and bruises littering my body. I also covered the cuts and bruises on my face with some makeup i had stolen from my mum a while back.
I shoved on some old trainers and tied the knots. I grabbed my phone and some headphones before quickly rushing downstairs. I saw my dad knocked out cold with a bottle of alcohol in his left hand, which was trapsing off the sofa.
I watched the liquor drip out the bottle before looking around for my mum. She was probably out. I sighed and left the house grabbing clays board he leant me.
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Dream :D
What's the address?
69 *****road.
Alright, im, omw
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Why'd it have to be so goddamn hot. I groaned as i skated along, Eminem playing through my ears as the roads went by. I eventually found clays house and leaned my skateboard up by the side of it.
I knocked on the door, and clay was quick to answer.
"GEORGEEE." He grinned, hugging me. I groaned at the pain but still smiled while gently hugging him back.
"Wait,you okay? You sound in pain..?" He asked wariarly.
"Im good!" I smiled and walked into his house.
Dream was just dressed in basketball shorts and a baggy top. He had some chains round his neck and some bracelets on his wrists.
"Just put your shoes there, cmon!" He grinned as i followed his words.
"Oh, you must be george!" Some posh womans voice said, exitment lay in her steps.
I nodded, and she smiled.
"I've heard a lot about you!" She chuckled, smiling.
"Mommmmmm." Clay groaned as he hid a smile.
Eventually, we ended up in Clay's massive room. Both of us sat on his bed and were just talking.
"Arent you hot, its like boiling?" I shook my head, and he just shrugged luckily.
"Wanna play minecraft?" He smiled while his hand massaged through my hair. I smiled at the feeling and leaned into him.
"I dont mind, sure." I grinned as clay slowly stood up and sat in his chair, setting it up. I brought a spare chair over to his massive setup and waited patiently for him to open up a world.
He made a new world called 'Dream SMP', which i chuckled at the name.
He passed me some headphones and put some over his own ears. I shoved them on and began playing, building, mining, and just endlessly getting supplies while talking to Dream about the most random things.
'Sapnap has joined the game'
Was displayed in the bottom corner. He joined a vc with clay quickly after.
"AND WHY WASN'T I INVITED TO PLAY HMMM?" He shouted, stupidity covering his voice.
"Shut up, smapnap. George is over." He chuckled while Nick groaned.
Me and the others carried on talking for around an hour before clay started fidgeting with anything he could find. He was also stimming a lot more and making noises with his mouth.
"Clay d'you wanna end there?" Nick asked through the phone. Clay nodded, which obviously he couldn't see.
"He said yes, please." I said as i quickly wrapped things up and ended the call.
Clay had this stim where he would hit his leg quite hard, I gently placed my hand in the way so his hits only landed on my hand. He looked exhausted. I think it was something else wrong.
"Clay cmon, deep breathes for me, in....and out." I helped him calm down a bit, and eventually he did.
He sniffed, and i frowned,
"Dont cry, Dream, it's okay." I said in a soothing voice. He covered his face, and i quickly, without thinking, sat on his lap. I hugged him tight-ish and he gladly accepted the hug.
Guilt and depression covered his face after around 10 minutes.
"I'm so s-sorry for hittin-hitting you and I -" dream started to ramble and sniffle.
"Hey hey, shut up, you're fine, its all okay, okay?" He nodded and we stayed hugging for a while.
"Hey uh dream, what time is it?" I asked fidgeting with my sleeves,
"Uhh, it is.." he moves his mouse and finds the time in the bottom right hand corner of the pc, "Its only 2pm, why?" He asks smiling.
"Ah okay, just wondered." I say through a reassuring smile. Sweat dribbled down my forehead like a river. I quickly wiped it away with the back off my sleeve.
"George. Please take the hoodie off.." Dream's soft voice whispered in my ear before he left to go sit on the bed, still looking at me with sympathetic eyes.
"I don't need to, I'm fine!" I tried to reassure, my voice cracks not helping this situation. I moved over to go sit next to clay, he looked so sad and upset at me. Then the voices..
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GOD ITS ALL YOUR FUCKING FAULT.
MAYBE IF YOU DIDNT BE A BRAT FUCKING KID YOU WOULDNT HAVE TO DEAL WITH THIS.
MAYBE IF YOU DID SOMETHING RIGHT, ONE THING RIGHT IN YOUR LIFE, THIS WOULDNT BE HAPPENING.
GO ON.
CUT YOUR WRISTS GEORGE.
DO IT.
NOT LIKE ANYONE WILL CARE.
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I noticed i had just been sat there zoned out, leg bouncing, hands clasped.
"George?-" dream started "Sorry, I'm just going to use your bathroom real quick." I said quickly before he could get a word in. I quickly rushed down the hallway to a small-ish door, i half opened it double checking it was the bathroom. Luckily for me, it was.
I sat on the floor behind the shut door and grabbed my phone. i ripped off the black phone case and grabbed the small pencil sharpener. I sighed and rolled up my sleeve.
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"GEORGE ARE YOU OKAY?" Dreams voice full of fear as he banged his fists on the door. I quickly sat up and saw the amount of blood. Shit. i quickly cleaned my self up, throwing down my sleeve and shoving the blade back in my phone case, putting my mobile in my pocket.
"GEORGEE?" Clays voice didnt get any less panicky. I took a few deep breathes before opening the door and see clays arms wrap around my torso.
"GEORGE, i was...i was so so worried, i think you passed out? Maybe, i don't know. Are you okay?" He squeezed me tighter as i nodded into his upper torso. He slowly walked to his room, holding me directly attached to his side the whole way.
"We need to talk.."
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A/N
Hello! Sorry for any plot holes/grammer mistakes!
《Written- 06.06.23
《Published- 06.06.23
[Wordcount: 1762]
Not as long as the others, appologys.
Update schedual will be 1 every week at least, not going off of a proper squedual as I'm forgot anyway🥰
I love you all<3
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