Panic

REMINDER! SOME WORDS I USE IN THIS ARE WORDS I WILL NEVER EVER USE IN REAL LIFE!!!!!!!

(George)

George frantically ended the stream with nothing else said. Then, he raced over to twitch and ended the voice called.

"What the hells wrong with me!" George yelled pushing his chair backward so it slammed against the bed then grabbed his head. Pure panic set in.

What should he do?! What can he do?!!! WHAT DOES HE DO?!!!!!

George watched as his phone chaotically light up with notifications. Some from Twitter, some from Tiktok, and some from Dream.

'What does Dream think????'

He started to struggle breathing.

'He probably thinks I'm weird'
'He probably hates me!!'
'I ruined everything'
'He probably never wants to talk to me again'
'I tried fixing our friendship and I made it worse'
'I mess everything up'

George fell to the ground and let out a loud sob.
"He hates me!" he cried "he hates me he hates me he hates me!!!!"

'I fucked up'
'I'm a mistake'
'I ruin everything'
'I mess up everything'

"I RUINED THE ONE THING THAT MATTERED TO ME" George cried loudly.

'Dream probably thinks I'm a weird gay! He hates me! No one will like me now! Everyone hates me now!!!!!!!'

"Why" George sobbed grabbing his knees and pulling them to his chest "why me"

He turned to his phone and picked it up. It opened allowing him to click on Twitter. He read the comments.

'Did anyone else see that?'
'DNF IS REAL I KNEW IT'
'Gogy are you gay'
'Wait George you like Dream'
'Were you joking?'
'Faggot'
'I'm really confused'
'Gays are gross'
'Blocked'
'Unfollowed'
'Dnf?'
'Disgusting'
'Disgrace'
'Sin'
'Mistake'

The words echoed through his head.

'Faggot'

A teardrop fell onto his phone screen.

'Disgusting'

Another teardrop fell...

'Disgrace'

Then another...

'Sin'

And another...

'Mistake'

And another...

His world spun and he saw the words circling him. Teardrops fell constantly for now his face was completely wet.

'People hate me! They think I'm gross!'

They...

They...

They...

It kept repeating like a stuck record.

He thought about what Dream told George as a description of himself. George pictured him. The dirty blonde "medium length" hair flowing softly. The yellow (green) eyes looking into Georges. His freckles spread across his nose and cheeks. And Dreams pink lips in a snarl.

'Your disgusting' George imagined him saying.

George then pictured Dream's reaction after George said he- well what he said.

Shock spread across Dreams face. His mouth open showing his fang teeth. His eyes wide and staring at the computer screen. Confusion filling his head.

What was he doing now? What was he thinking now?

Was he telling everyone? Does Sapnap know?

He's probably thinking about what George said and trying to figure out if it was a joke or not. He's probably pacing the room trying to think of what to do now.

Or he was sitting down thinking about how gross George is. How disgusting he is for being a gay fag. How absolutely ruined their friendship is. That George messes everything up.

You hear people say that words hurt. You never hear them say how thoughts hurt. "Words can't be controlled but thoughts can". That's not the truth. Thoughts hurt more than words sometimes. Thoughts cant be controlled. And George's thoughts were taking over him right now. Non-stop one after the other. All bad ones.

You don't know how much someone means to you until you realize how broken your world is without them. How lost you are without them. How they were your other half.

How you loved them.

You push it away and push it away but when it's gone, you realize how much you want it back.

Love is strong and is hard to break and George knew that. He tried so hard to break it that he ended up breaking himself.

George picked his phone up. All the hateful Twitter comments were front and center of the screen.

George took his phone into the kitchen which had hard floors.

He raised his phone in the air as high as he could and he threw the phone as hard as he could to the ground. It shattered completely, causing glass to spread across the floor.

Now he wouldn't have to worry about the hate.

Now he wouldn't have to worry about the question.

Now he wouldn't have to worry about Dream.

With all that gone, George turned back and headed to his room.

Little did he know the choice he made, would make everything worse.

Words from the author - Hello!!!! Sorry this chapter wasn't as good. It makes me laugh to see how people are like "I'm crying" "I'm sobbing" WHEN THOSE WERE BARELY THE SAD PARTS ;-; YALL DONT KNOW WHAT'S COMING- Mwahahahahahahahaaaaa have a good day or night or whatever it is where you live!