[] Please read this before continuing on; thank you! [] This is chapter two of "At my worst." ☆ Read the previous chapter! https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/559540061 Be sure to always check the 'Instructions' section because all warnings will be here. TW's: Slight mentions of homophobia, mental illnesses, injuries, alcoholism (These mentions are very slight, so there will be no warnings as there were last time. Make sure to tell me if I should add more warnings! I may have not realized some things would be triggering.) °°° There is never any foul language used in my writing, so it may be censored with another word if I need it to be there. °°° These ➪ '...' around words are someone's thoughts These ➪ "..." around words is someone speaking These ➪ — ... — around words are a "narrator" type situation. These ➪ ~ ... ~ around words are time skips These ➪ { ... } around words are flashbacks These ➪ 《...》around words are recaps °°° Most of the time the story perspective is in third person, but if this changes I will be sure to add [Character] POV °°° Thumbnail art and music do not belong to me. °°° Alrighty! Go ahead and start reading. ♡(◕ᗜ◕✿) °°° Useless tags you need pay no mind to: #fanfiction #dnf #dreamnotfound #dsmp #dreamsmp #dream #dreamwastaken °°° (Because the story was too long for the Notes & Credits, it shall start here.) 《 After a few minutes he made another attempt to get up, in which he succeeded. But after a few seconds he started to feel dizzy, and fell down. Hard. So hard in fact, he started to black out. Well, from the fall and what had happened previously, that is. Before completely blacking out he heard, "Sir? Sir, are you alright?" 》 °°° Dream woke up, but was most definitely not in the park. He sat up and squinted his eyes. The boy examined his surroundings to get a good idea of where he could be. The room was small, with only the couch he was laying on, a lamp, coffee table and small chair set in the corner. There were plenty of shelves mounted on the wall that were full of herbs, some of which Dream had never even heard the names of. There was a window on the left wall. It was open, the breeze blowing the translucent white curtains that framed it. [Dream's POV] My examinations were over as a door to my right opened. I turn my head to see a boy around who looks about my age, walk in. He smiled at me, and walked over. "Hello. Are you feeling alright?" He asked. "Yeah… my head's killing me, though." I answer, rubbing my forehead. "Must have been the impact from your fall." He sits down in front of me. "So," he began, "what do you remember from yesterday?" "Uhm, I was running in the park, and fell down. I remember getting up, but falling down again because I was really dizzy. I heard a voice too… a sweet, soft voice." I smile. He chuckles, "That was me." Clearing his throat, he asks, "Do you remember how you got to the park? Or how you got those injuries on your face?" I do remember, very vividly. "I remember…" I grumbled at the thought. "Would you mind telling me? I want to make sure I know what the cuts are from, so I know if the injuries could be worse than what I presumed." He has a nice voice. Very sweet, and thick with a British accent; yet not annoyingly so. "I… It was my Dad. He slashed my forehead with a belt, and punched my jaw." I look away from the boy, becoming angry as the memories flow back in. "Oh dear…" He whispers. "I'm terribly sorry he did that to you." "It's whatever. Not like I could hate him anymore than I already do." He looks sad, but shakes his head. "Well, let me get some bandages and such to take care of the cuts." He got up, going to the shelves and grabbing a few items. (Continues below)
(Read above) His back was towards me, so I observed him. He has brown hair, but it glowed a dark honey color when the light hit it. His build is slender, and slightly muscular as well. But in a way he seemed fragile. As if I could tap him and he'd crumble. I guess I was staring, because I heard, "Hey, my eyes are up here." I blinked and saw him grinning, giggles escaping his mouth as he walked back over to me. "Alright, if you could please sit up so I could tend to these properly." I did as he asked of me. He took a wet paper towel and wiped away dried blood. He then took a small jar that had some type of cream in it. It didn't look like some medicinal thing you would get from the store. Something homemade, probably. "This might sting a little," he said, as he grabbed some of the cream and dabbed it along the cut on my head. I squinted a little; it did sting. "Sorry," he apologized. "It's fine," I reassured him. He seems super kind… "Alright…" He grabs a roll of bandages and starts to wrap some around my head. I giggle a bit. It was kind of tickly, and I'm quite a ticklish person. "Done!" He said, taking care of his items. "Thank you." I smiled warmly at him. I'm not usually this comfortable with strangers… I wonder what makes him different. He came into the room several minutes later with two cups of tea. "Here," He hands me one of the cups. I don't really care for tea, but I accepted it so as not to be rude. "So," he takes a sip. "Where will you be heading after this?" "Uh…" I actually hadn't thought of that myself. "M' not sure. Just walk around town, I guess. I'd rather not head back home after… that." He looked at his cup, thinking I suppose. Or maybe he's just weird. "If you are comfortable with telling me… why did he hurt you?" He looked back at me with a solemn face. I looked at him, to my feet, then back to him again. "Well," I began, "during school yesterday, I left early to go visit my mom." I took a sip of my tea before continuing — it was surprisingly good. "She has been staying at a mental facility for a few years. Ya see, she had some trauma and it caused her brain to go a bit… cuckoo. Sometimes she does thrash out and can hurt others and herself, so my," I paused. 'Father' it sounded…. Weird. He sure didn't act like it. "Father," I pushed out, "advises me not to visit her." I took a breath. "So when he learned I went against his wishes…" I didn't have to continue. The other boy nodded his head, knowing what I had to say. "That… stinks. I'm incredibly sorry about that." "I thank you kindly, but it's not your fault; there's no need to be sorry." "Even so, I know how you're feeling. Well, at least I've experienced a similar situation, that is." I looked at him confused. He sighed. "Why do you think I'm out here? A 17 year old boy, living in the middle of nowhere all by himself." He continues, "I fled from home, to out here. My parents were homophobic and alcoholics. It just wasn't safe for me there…" I don't know what hit me, but I hugged him. I hugged him with a hug that said, 'I know how you're feeling. I feel what you're going through.' He hugged me back, and we stayed like that for a while. Even though we don't even know each other's names, or who each other were, we felt comfortable in each other's presence. I have a feeling that this will become something great. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Howdy hey, guys! What did you think of this chapter? I personally really liked it; I am so happy that it was longer! It was also an early one. I was feeling pretty good and was running on spicy nuggets, french fries and Sprite, so I thought, "Ey, why not?" OwO Make sure to love or favorite if you enjoyed! And follow for more content. Make sure to take care of yourselves, and I'll see you guys soon! <3 Word count: 1,034
