To not run away (dnf)

So I let Dream into my life. Truthfully? It wasn't that bad. Like he was meant to be there. It's still hard though. He could hurt me. He could leave me. He could betray me.

I'm glad that he's here though, never the less. If we was to talk about what I'm doing right now? What I'm doing right now, I'm running away.

"Comon, Georgie! They're not that bad!"

I don't understand why, I just keep running. "Not that bad?! They're strangers!"

Honestly, hasn't Dream ever heard of the term, stranger danger?

Soon, I reach the door, and I quickly open it.

Dream catches up to me. "Strangers? They're my friends! And can be your friends!" I go inside the hangout center. Not surprisingly, Dream follows suit.

"I don't need them Dream!"

I bump into a table and my fingers press into it hurriedly pushing me away. The door. I found it. Finally. I pushed it open to get out of there. When I turned around however he wasn't there. Where did he go?

Should I give back in? Maybe not?

My fingers pressed on the silver handle.my lips twitched to the side.

I went back in.

Into a dim litted hang out center. Circular tables filling the place.

"Dream?" I call out.

"Where did he go?" I stood there. Thought to myself. Debating. My debating couldn't have lasted long, and I knew that.

"Dream?" I checked the bathroom and he wasn't in there.

At the start of the doorway, I checked out spot and he wasn't in there. "Dream?" I called down the hallway.

"Yes?"