POV Dream

Could that whole thing have gone any worse? I awoke everyone, and set tensions even higher than they were before, and now I'm confined to this tent again. This stupid tent pole is stronger than the foundation of my life right now, maybe that's why its crumbling the way it is now.

As I rolled away from the door, and stared at the never ending darkness of the night, I started to think about Scarlet, and how scared she is of the dark. I want to be there to hold her hand through this, and make everything alright for her again. This is the one chance I had to leave this stupid camp, and I COMPLETLY blew everything. What did I do to deserve this?!

Actually, I know exactly why. I let her go. I had her, I had her safe, healthy, and even happy. Then one slip up, I ruined everything, I let my eyes wander off of her for a mere ten seconds, and now she's gone. Some evil people stole her away from me, and took her for their own. This is all my fault, and now, I'm sitting on a broken leg, and a shattered spirit. I guess it doesn't really matter anymore. Does anything more? The only thing I could even give a shit about, is Scarlet.

I didn't even realize the tears, until they were choking me, and tearing apart everything I had, drowning my inside inhibitions, and making everything a wet, soggy, pathetic mess. Maybe if I don't move, maybe I can drown. What? I can wish for things!

As I tried to mini drown myself, there were three shakes imamate on my tent main I haven't been here long, but I know that this is how they knock. I sighed, rolled over again, and shuffled over to the door again.

As I unzipped it, I was surprised by who I saw kneeling down besides it.

"Hello Dream, May I come in?" Sean asked me, as he looked me dead in the eyes. Is he some sort of super Villon or something? How can he see into my eyes so clearly like that?

"Um, of course sir, come right in, but Ruth is sleeping over there," I said, pointing to the motionless body sitting in the corner, lightly breathing.

"Thank you. Sorry for bothering you this late at night, I, I just want a chance to get to know you. Nothing too personal, just you, and I know this isn't the most appropriate time, but tomorrow is going to really busy, so this is as good of a time as any." He said. I have the utmost respect for Sean, and how far he has brought this group, but I'm also wondering who the hell he thinks he is.

"Its, its not a problem, what would you like to know?" I said, re-zipping the tent, then joining him in the tent.

"Well, I don't really know where to start. What's something that you want me to know?" He asked, putting his hands on his shins, while they were crossed.

How can one person simply answer this? There is a lot I want to tell about myself, but it also should be pertinent information, probably not that Scarlet and I used to pretend we had Donald Trump's hair shouldn't be one of the things I bring up. Maybe I should just bring up Scarlet, wait, did he want something about me? This is so hard. Its such a simple question, but its seems to have quite a complex answer.

"Well, um, gosh, I don't know. I guess, my last name is Laken," I said, stating something super simple.

"Really? Dream Laken. Suits you well. My last name is Mcloughlin," He said, looking up, and visualizing my name as if it was above him.

"I know," I blurted out, not really meaning too, but once I did, there was a flair of anger igniting in his eyes, scaring me, as if he were to hurt me.

"How did you know that?!" He yelled at me, way to loud for the time that it is in the morning.

"Why are you yelling?" I asked, worriedly, why is he so angry at me?!

"Answer my question first! How the hell do you know my name?!" He yelled at me, nearly about to hold me against my collar.

I sighed. Do I make an idiot of myself, and tell them how I really know, saying how much of a fan girl I was/am of him. I decided that a little embarrassment is better then losing my head.

"I know who you are. Well, were I guess at this point," I derived from my own point, looking down to my tattered shoes.

He didn't respond, just glared at me, waiting for me to explain myself.

"I used to watch you all the time. You're Jacksepticeye. You stole my heart, and to repay me, you spilled yours to us. Weather it be in vlogs, where you talked about how much you loved meeting people in the community, or a game where you explained what parts of the game you loved, or what parts could use improvement. Everything about Jacksepticeye I would fall in love with over and over again. Your voice, your eyes, just the way you looked at the screen, verses the camera, how you actually made an effort to connect with the people that you truly cared about. Although this is the first time we have met in person, I have felt like I've known you for ten thousand years. I know who you are Sean Mcloughlin, and I never want to forget who you are either."

I spilled everything to him. I only wanted to say, yeah, I used to watch your channel. But no, I told him everything that I loved about him. I shouldn't have said anything. He's probably going to kick me out now, just for being so weak, and easy to give in to what he wanted.

I kept looking to my feet, not wanting to see his angry eyes, I almost waited to get hit, but instead, there was just silence. Not uncomfortable, not thick, just silence. I didn't want to say a word, and it seemed that Sean couldn't get anything out.

"I, I didn't think anyone cared about that," He said quietly.

"I never stopped caring Sean," I said quietly, but loud enough for him to hear.

"I don't really know what to say. I mean, I normally would be crying, but I'm afraid that I cant cry over things like this anymore. That's all in the past, I have to focus on the future, and right now, I wish I could remember how happy I was back then. Haha, my green hair a blaze. I miss everything, but I know that If I continue to think about the past, there wont be a future," He said. Looking down. His eyes were as dry as a bone, but I think that his heart was the thing getting the most of this.

"I think you need to remember your past sometimes. You have to reflect on what you did in the past that lead to your success, and to where you are today. If you forget that, you'll feel like nothing, and eventually become that." I said, feeling bad for being so blunt.

He had to stop and think about what I had said to him, I doubt in the time that he's been in the apocalypse, that he's thought about his Youtube channel much. Probably once or twice, but nothing like I have.

"I guess you're right. You're not really who you come off to be, you know that?" He said to me, trying to push away from Youtube from now. I understand his pain, so I continued on the path that he wanted to drive this conversation.

"Who did I come off to be for you?" I asked, raising one eyebrow, and painting a slight smirk on.

"Well, when I first saw you, I thought of course you have gone through some shit, but now that I've had the chance to talk to you, I know that you're stronger than what you think you are," He said, looking at me from the side.

My eyebrows scrunched together in confusion, and wonder for what inference he used to come to that conclusion.

"Um, from what I've told you? Why do you think that?" I asked him, trying to look him in the eyes, but his oceanic orbs were too intense-ly beautiful, I didn't last.

"Well, I know this sounds creepy, but before I knocked, I was hearing you talk, about how maybe your tears can drown you. And Scarlet. I have no idea who that is, but I know they mean a great deal to you, and I want to help you. My entire team and I will help you find this Scarlet, and then, the both of you are welcome to come back here," He said, really sweetly. I flared red, and started to feel my eyes grow blurry from the embarrassment.

"You heard that?!" I asked, louder than what I probably should have.

"Well, yeah, you were talking pretty loud. Sorry, I shouldn't have been eavesdropping." He said, scratching the back of his neck.

"I, I don't care about that, I cant believe that I said that out loud! I honestly had no idea! That's so embarrassing-" I continued talking, but a soft thumb and four finger curled underneath my chin, and brought my eyes, to meet a beautiful pair. I was slowly silenced, then just ended up staring into them. I was getting lost in them, I have never had the strength to look into them before, but now that it's happening, I don't think I'll ever be able to look away.

"Dream, it's ok," He said that, and he clearly meant it. then the unthinkable happened. I looked down to his lips, and they cracked a smile. Not a smirk, not a half ass smile, a real smile, that showed real happiness. I believed him that everything would be ok.

"I should let you sleep. Thank you for talking with me. It really meant a lot to me." He said, then stood up, and unzipped my tent, and stepped out.

"It's no problem Sean, It was my pleasure. Thank you for listening," I smiled, with happy eyes.

"Oh, and Dream?" He asked, turning to me again.

"Hmm?"

"Yes, you can wish for things. But my wish is that you don't wish for that. Ever again. Goodnight Dream,"

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