Then, we heard a small, panicked voice shout, "Dream!"

I wheezed extremely hard and Sapnap chuckled, "You should probably go see want George wants."

I nodded and jogged up the stairs, I creaked the bedroom door open and my hand clasped over my mouth at what I saw.

Ezra was stood in the room, a gun shoved into his pocket. He was holding a razor-sharp knife in his hand and he pushed it up against George's throat.

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George was trembling. Ezra was much taller than him; at least five inches taller and was towering over him. He held a shiny silver knife against George's throat and he had a small gun wedged in his pocket.

I had no idea how to react, I just forced out a strangled, "George-"

Ezra growled, "If you shout, I'll kill him."

George's bottom lip was quivering as he seemed to be on the verge of tears. I wanted more than to run over to him and hug him but I was scared that Ezra would hurt him. My eyes scanned the room for anything I could use however, Ezra must have noticed what I was doing because he pressed the knife harder against his throat. George choked and a red trail of blood dribbled down his neck.

"Please don't hurt him," I whispered. Then, I heard Sapnap say goodbye to the stream and come up the stairs.

"Dream? George?" he called, "What are you guys-" he entered the room and stopped immediately in his tracks as he saw the situation, "Holy shit..."

George squeezed his eyes shut as Ezra yet again put more pressure on his throat. Ezra grabbed a fistful of George's hair and yanked his head back, exposing his neck even more, slowly dragging the blade across his skin, leaving a line of red.

Sapnap put out his hands in a surrendering way and eased towards them.

"Woahh Ezra, um put the knife down please," he said, shakily.

George glanced at me with terrified eyes and whispered, "Dream."

"Shut up!" Ezra snarled, clamping his hand over George's mouth, restricting him from speaking.

"Ezra, I-I. you can have a-anything you want just please don't hurt him." I said my whole body quivering, "Anything you want, money? I'll give you all the money you want! Just please leave George alone!"

He raised an eyebrow and spat, "I don't want your stupid money! It's a lot more complicated than that. You know what I want Dream? I want to see you suffer!"

I shuddered and he continued, "I wanna watch you shatter as I take the thing you love the most," and his eyes trailed to George.

"Why? What has Dream done to you?" Sapnap asked, nervously, desperately trying to stall. George was still silent.

"Because Dream ruined everything, my whole life I've wanted to meet him and be with him. And then we finally meet after George got in that car crash. I kiss him, but he doesn't kiss me back, that's all I ever wanted!"

A sinister smile grew on Ezra's face: "You ruined my life, Dream, now I'm going to ruin yours!" He raised the knife and angled it over George.

Before I had a chance to scream, Sapnap reacted; he launched a glass photo frame at Ezra, it shattered against his head and shards of glass showered over him.

Ezra hissed in pain and accidentally lost his grip on George. George stumbled towards me and fell into my arms. I grabbed his cheeks and panted, "Are you okay? George please tell me you're okay!" He stayed silent but nodded as I hugged him, my hand at the back of his head, pulling him towards me. We didn't speak, I just held him into me, rocking us forwards and backwards ever so slightly.

Sapnap rushed over to us and exclaimed, "We have to get out of here!"

We jumped to our feet and ran out of the bedroom, I had a firm grip on George's hand. We were running until something dragged me backwards. Ezra had a hold of the back of my t-shirt and was tugging me towards him. I struggled trying to get him off of me until he pried my hand away from George's.

With a tight grip on the front of my t-shirt, he grabbed me and threw me into a wall. The items of the shelf above rained down on me.

Sapnap immediately rushed to my side, quickly helping me to my feet. Ezra then tugged a small handgun from the depths of his pocket, spun around and without hesitation, pulling the trigger, sending a bullet hurling towards me.

"DREAM NO!" George screamed.

I screwed my eyes shut and screeched through my teeth as the bullet buried deep into my ankle. Pain flooded through my body. I took a few deep breaths and began to compose myself. I slowly opened my eyes and gasped.

Ezra was grinning at George and George was stood in the doorway still, staring at me with a pained, panicked expression. My heart started thumping inside of me, he was stood there all alone, no protection. Ezra slowly started pulling the gun from his pocket again.

Sapnap wasn't paying attention, he was solely focused on stopping my bleeding ankle.

"George..." I said. The gun was now in Ezra's hand, dangling at his side. He turned around to face Sapnap and I and he grinned. He spun back around to George and pointed the gun at him.

I shrieked, "GEORGE MOVE!"

Ezra finger pulled at the trigger and an ear-splitting BANG erupted from the gun; along with a bullet. To my utter relief, George's eyes widened and he immediately sprinted out of the bedroom, the bullet missing him by inches.

Ezra ran out of the room, chasing after him and slamming the door shut. I clumsily limped and jiggled the door handle but it wouldn't open.

"Sapnap he blocked off the fucking door!" I cried. His eyes widened and he ran over. He slammed his body into the door, causing the whole house to reverberate with the impact.

I heard a terrible scream come from downstairs and I immediately recognised George's voice. Straight after that, I heard the shattering of glass. Panic surged through my body and I began hyperventilating, pounding on the bedroom door, "George!" I cried, "Are you okay?!"

Sapnap was trying everything he could to open the door as I sank to the floor, with my head in my hands, whispering, "Please let him be okay, please let him be okay."

I could hear more erratic movements downstairs and my heart skipped a beat when I heard George's voice among the chaos.

"Dream! Please hurry I think Ezra's unconscious but I'm not sure!"

I sighed with upmost relief, tangling my fingers into my hair, muttering words of thanks under my breath.

Sapnap smashed his foot into the door but it was still no use. My chest heaved with every breath, worry blurring my vision.

Suddenly, three gunshots rang out then a loud thump was heard. My head immediately turned to Sapnap, his face dripping with panic. He slammed his body one more time into the door and it flew open, the chair that was barricading it shut was launched across the landing.

I sprinted clumsily down the stairs, pain exploding through my ankle, Sapnap following close behind me. My heart beat was so loud in my ears that I could barely hear myself think. Skidding around the corner, I burst into the living room.

George was on the floor, lying in a growing pool of blood. Ezra was stood over him panting, with a gun in his grasp and red splatters on his face.

"GEORGE! GEORGE NO!" I screamed, rushing over and dropping down at his side. My hand was pressed to his cheek as I turned his face to look at mine. His eyes were closed.

"George! George come on wake up!" I begged, shaking his shoulders, vigorously.

His eyes cracked open ever so slightly but they were cloudy and unfocused. The once white t- shirt that he was wearing was wet and soaked with blood.

"Oh God! No! No! No!" I cried shakily as I lifted his shirt to reveal the wound. There was three gaping holes in his chest and blood was gushing from it. So. Much. Blood.

George's breathing was long and sluggish, like he wasn't breathing properly. I ripped off my t-shirt and pressed it against the gun wounds in an attempt to stop the bleeding. He whimpered in pain and I squeezed his hand tightly. "SAPNAP HELP! PLEASE!" I screamed.

On the other side of the room, Sapnap tackled Ezra to the floor shouting, "YOU SON OF A BITCH!" He was slamming his fist into Ezra face but Ezra still had that stupid grin on his face. Blood was pouring from his mouth as he spat at Sapnap, "I told you I'd ruin his life."

With one final punch, Sapnap knocked the consciousness from Ezra's body.

George's eyes were flagging but I desperately needed him to stay awake.

"GEORGE DON'T YOU DARE CLOSE YOUR EYES! You have to keep your eyes open!"

"It hurts," he choked out, blood trickling down his chin.

"I...know...I'm... so sorry... this is all... my fault!" I forced out between sobs.

There was so much blood now. I was putting pressure on the shot wound and tears were spilling down my face and dripping onto him. My heart beat was thundering in my ears, I had to keep him awake; he has to live. Tears were blurring my vision, stinging in my eyes. George's eyelids were closing again.

"George NO! Keep you're eyes open!"

"Dream, I'm going to die aren't I?" He whispered, wincing in agony, "I... I don't want to die, I want to stay with you..."

"No!" I yelled, my voice breaking, "You are gonna be fine! You're going to live, YOU HAVE TO LIVE!" I was gasping for breath, I couldn't stop crying.

"I love you Dream," George breathed. He reached out his hand and cupped the side of my cheek. Bringing my face close to his as he lay on the floor, he kissed me, his lips pressed against mine. Though, his lips were cold. I closed my eyes, it was like nothing mattered, like I could just melt away.

Slowly, I pulled away from him. His eyes were still closed, he was very still. And limp.

"George?" Nothing. "George?!"

George's head lolled backwards; his whole body was limp. I was holding his head in my hands when I screamed, "GEORGE!"

Sapnap looked up from across the room, he was on the phone to 999 () He dropped the phone immediately and scrambled over. He took one look at George's and body and his hand slapped over his mouth.

I put my fingers just below his nose; he didn't seem to be breathing. On the other side of the room, Ezra was regaining consciousness.

"GEORGE PLEASE WAKE UP!" I screamed, through my tears, "GEORGE PLEASE!"

Sapnap was crying at my side, covering his eyes from the sight. "GEORGE WAKE UP!"

I was gripping his shoulders shaking him violently still begging him to wake up. I pressed my fingers to his neck, desperately searching for a pulse. Due to my frantic movements, I soon found the very faintest pulse. He was hanging on by a thread. A small pang of relief came over me. Suddenly, I was startled when I heard someone laugh. Obviously, it was Ezra.

He cackled, "Hahaaa!I killed him!"

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