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!"

I took one last glance at George's body and before I could stop myself, I launched myself at Ezra. I didn't know what I was going to do, I just kept hitting him over and over again screaming, "LOOK WHAT YOU DID! YOU MONSTER! LOOK WHAT YOU DID" I sunk to the floor, crying, "He loved you yknow, he... HE TRUSTED YOU!"

George was dying.

Sapnap was crouching beside George's body. Forcing air into his lungs and pushing down on his chest. But when he showed no response, he stumbling backward, crying.

I slowly made my way over to George and gently pushed away the hair from his face and whispered, "I'm so so sorry George!"

Suddenly, wailing sirens could be heard in the distance and Ezra's eyes widened. As he sprinted out of the door, I didn't even bother trying the chase after him, I just pressed my lips to George's forehead and cried into his chest.

Bright red and blue washed over the room and the sirens grew louder and closer then there was a loud pounding on the front door. I slipped my arms underneath his body and lifted him from the floor so that he was laying limply in my arms. Sapnap opened the front door and I hurried outside and he was immediately loaded into an ambulance.

I went to climb him after him but someone shoved me backwards. "Get out of my way!" I sobbed, desperately trying to get to George in the ambulance.

The paramedics in the vehicle were screaming orders at each other.

"Only family members can ride in the ambulance, I'm sorry."

"N-no," I stammered, "You don't get it, I'm his b-boyfriend," I tried to push past him, but he didn't budge.

From the ambulance I heard someone yell, "We lost the pulse! Prepare to start using the defibrillator for resuscitation!"

"MY BOYFRIEND IS DYING OKAY? MAYBE ALREADY DEAD! ALL I WANT TO DO IS HOLD HIM ONE LAST TIME SO GET OUT OF MY WAY AND LET ME ON THAT FUCKING AMBULANCE!"

Sapnap pulled me away from the man that I was screaming at but I fought against his grip, "LET ME SEE HIM! LET GO OF ME!"

Eventually, I gave up as the ambulance doors shut and I fell into Sapnap's arms.

"H-he's d-dead Sapnap," I sobbed into his chest as the ambulance sped away. He didn't reply though, I could feel the wetness of his tears dripping onto my head.

He held me while I cried, until he spoke up for the first time, "Dream cmon let's go inside so you can get some rest," he mumbled, pulling away from me.

I skulked into the house but upon seeing George's blood painted on the floor, I legs went weak and I stumbled back out again.

"Dream?"

"I... I can't I'm sorry Sapnap," and I left the house in a flurry of tears. I slid into my car, slammed my foot down on the accelerator, and sped off to no particular destination.

( I FORGOT HE GOT SHOT OKAY LETS JUST PRETEND HE'S FINE. JUST THE MAGIC OF FANFICTION‼️ )

_ _ _

I drove for absolutely ages. Four hours to be exact. I had no idea where I was, I wouldn't even be surprised if I wasn't in Florida anymore. George was dead. I put my head down and rested it against the steering wheel, bursting mercilessly into tears.

As the hot streaks ran down my cheeks, I ignored my phone buzzing like crazy on the passenger seat.

The sky was painted navy blue and stars littered around. It was a beautiful night, it's a shame considering the situation. I sat in thar position for a few minutes, though it felt like hours. I slowly lifted my head, my throat burned with pain from crying.

Hesitantly, I grabbed my phone from the seat and my eyes trailed down the never ending notifications.

64 Missed Calls from Sapnap - 3 minutes ago

32 Messages from Karl - 20 minutes ago

Quackity tried to call you - 15 minutes ago

I scrolled through, ignoring them. I wasn't in the mood to hear their words of pity. Swallowing thickly, I swiped my finger downwards on the screen, the bright light emitting from it, causing me to squint. My breath hitched as I saw one, particular message.

1 Message from George <3 - 4 hours ago

My eyes widened and I began to wonder how I didn't see this message earlier. My finger lingered on the notification as I desperately procrastinated clicking on it or not.

Five minutes. Five minutes I sat there, thinking long and hard whether I was going to regret it. In the end, I removed my finger from the screen and it opened up the message from George. I squeezed my eyes shut and my breath hitched in my throat.

Chewing on the bottom corner of my lip, I, ever so slowly, reopened my eyes.

Almost instantly, tears blurred my vision, stinging in my eyes. I choked out a small sob but with a slight smile tugged at my lips.

It was a photo of George. He was wearing those clout goggles and had a big grin plastered on his face, the corners of his eyes creased and his nose scrunched up a little. Tears slipped down my cheeks, contrasting with the smile upon my mouth.

He just looked so... happy.

He must've sent me this photo while me and Sapnap were still streaming, before Ezra broke into the bedroom.

My eyes trailed down the little caption that he'd typed along with it.

"Just woke up, I'll be down in a second and join you guys on the stream, okay? Love you :]"

I covered my mouth with the palm of my hand and tilted my head back, allowing the tears to flood mercilessly down my already sodden cheeks.

"I love you too George," I whispered.

_ _ _

I sat in my car for a little while longer, gazing at the photo of George, before I finally had the motivation to drive again. Turns out, I hadn't driven too far away from home, I'd just been going in circles pretty much. However, I couldn't go back to the house, not now. So, I parked up and got a room in a local hotel.

I skulked inside, and flopped onto the bed, burying myself under the duvet covers.

I tried to sleep, I really did. But the image of George lying on the floor soaked with his own blood was permanently burned into my memories. Every time I closed my eyes, it flashed across my vision. It was torture. So, I settled on watching TV all night, it low hum of noise slowly killing my braincells.

_ _ _

(2 month time skip)

As morning drew near, I slumped out of bed, with a groan, my stomach growling with hunger. I trudged downstairs and threw a piece of bread into the toaster. Slathering on some butter, I shoved the toast into my mouth and collapsed onto the sofa, preparing myself for another day of compete and utter nothingness.

I haven't spoken to anyone in two months. And when I say anyone I mean anyone. Sapnap calls me multiple times a day at the the same time, every day. 9am, 12pm, 5pm and 10pm. Honestly, I feel bad for him, he's had to go through this alone and then his best friend has disappeared. But I can't go back to my house, not after what happened. So, I've gotten used to my supposed new life; wake up, eat, watch TV all day, sleep then repeat it all over again.

It's alright I guess, takes my mind off of him. But at the exact same time, everything reminds me of him. The TV shows we used to watch together, my hoodies he used to wear, the music that he listened to.

And it still dawns on me the way I've treated him in the past. For instance at the bar, at Ezra's hotel, coming home from the pool. I wish I could give him one last hug and tel him that I'm so so sorry.

_ _ _

One day bled into the next until it had been four months since the 'incident'. And I still stuck to my same old routine.

Since last week, Sapnap had been calling me more often, Karl and Quackity sending a significant more amount of texts. And even though it was petty, I came to the decision that I would go back to my house. Why? You may be thinking; I don't know why. I don't want to go home and I don't want to see my friends, it just feels right.

So, I headed out to the shops, bought some new stuff in order to present a little nicer when I showed up. When I got back, I changed into some better clothes and smoothed my hair down a little, freshening up.

After staring at myself in this mirror for a while, I left my hoist, slid into my car and headed off down the road. The whole way there I was bouncing my knees or picking my nails or chewing the corner of my bottom lip.

As I finally pulled up outside my old house, I felt tears stinging in my eyes. "No, no, no, no," I muttered to myself, "Don't cry, don't cry."

Quickly, I smeared away my tears and ran my shaking hand through my hair.

With a long, deep breath, I got out of my car and dragged myself to the front door. I raised my shaking fist to knock, my heartbeat thundering in my ears. Squeezing my eyes shut, I tapped my knuckles against the door and waited. A few moments, later I heard a small click and the door slowly creaked open. Once it had opened all the way, I ignored the person, who I hadn't even acknowledged who it was, and looked straight through into the living room.

I felt my legs go weak beneath as I choked out, "Oh... my... God- George?"