He desperately needed the sensations of his old
life. And the only thing his mind was telling him was to drink. To escape reality in a way that could kill you.What couldn't kill you that helps you escape reality though?
He hadn't gotten up other than to use the bathroom once since 2 o'clock Friday, it was Saturday. He felt
awful but he hadn't had the motivation to get better, to at least try.But you got up to go drink?
Yes, indeed he did.
You fool.
He was a fool. And he knew it, there was no denying it.
The only non-foolish thing he brought to mind was he had to eat before drinking or else he would surely pass out. If he drank before not having anything in his system would bring him the attention he wasn't wanting.
So he quickly grabbed a granola bar that had been sitting on his nightstand for a few days. It tasted normal, not as it would mold in a span of three days.
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Once he threw the wrapper away he took a look at himself in the mirror before setting off, he wasn't planning on looking good for anyone. This adventure was for his pure enjoyment of forgetting.
He was paler than usual and skinnier, he didn't not expect it. But he still let his mouth hang open in shock. He was so disappointed in himself. No one would ever understand how he felt, he felt alone and he knew that.
And he knew the people around him knew that, but for his better sake he pretended no one knew what he was feeling. He felt content that way.
He fixed on some mascara and set off in his sweatpants and hoodie. The weather outside certainly didn't fit for his outfit choice but he went with it anyways.
He put on his converse, grabbed the essentials, and set out the door. It was already dark outside considering Christmas was nearing so before he rushed through the faintly painted snow patches on the grounds, he put in his AirPods.
It would take a minutes walk to get to the club so why not listen to music while doing so? Music was free therapy to George and he would certainly take that advantage.
It was far easier than verbally talking about his feelings.
The first song choice was Blank Space by Taylor Swift, a classic. He pressed on the volume button as it depended on his life, blasting it through his ears.
He felt this song described him and his life as of right now. He let the song loop till he met the outside of the club. He pulled out his fake ID and got into line.
See AlsoThe Wealthy World Of Werewolves: Exploring Taylor Caine's Filthy Rich Werewolves By Taylor Caine PdfHe took a deep breath, he promised himself he would watch his surroundings this time. Even drunk George could figure out what was going on around him, unless he was truly blackout drunk.
He got in without a hassle and quickly got a seat at the bar. He was glad to see his bartender was a girl that wasn't trying to flirt with him.
He ordered whatever he felt the need to and paid for it immediately. The only good thing that came with having wealthy parents that didn't care about him was the money.
He could get anything with his parents except for actual loyalty from them. He sighed while deep in thought.
Once his drinks arrived he downed them. Again and again and again he asked for drinks. Until he felt the drinks kick in.
He felt the urgency to get on the dance floor, so he got up from his seat and headed out on the dance floor.
'Save Your Tears' by the Weekend, had started playing.
I saw you dancing in a crowded room. You look so happy when I'm not with you,
The song blared through the speakers. He started to move his body with the song, letting his heart get through with him for once. I guess you could thank the drinks for that.
As the song repeated its lines, it's almost like he could feel the presence of someone.
He turned around, Dream. Not even ten feet away from him.
He could feel the tears well up in his eyes,
Save your tears for another day,
The tears spilled out and before he could stop himself he pushed past Dream and the other people that could've been going through the same as George.
But the power of alcohol covered it up just perfectly.
I don't know why I run away,
The song faded out as he ran, he ran until he couldn't even feel his legs. He felt dramatic for running, but he couldn't handle it. Nothing in him told him he was okay and that he could handle a conversation. Why did Dream even come up to him?
He felt as if the world was going against him. Like it pushed Dream to him. Even the world hated him.
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heyaaaaa guess who has covid?!????๐๐ i'm doing fine though, im just really bored so here's a chapter to hopefully entertain you guys:) your comments entertain me so it's a win win:D!!
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