Fuck You Gallagher

Life or death of the stupid shit

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Logans pov*
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I threw my shoes on, not bothering with my jacket or seeing eye stick, not even my sun glasses, but I run out the door

I'm so used to walking this apartment building I didn't even notice how much my vision diminished but my body was just on auto pilot and relied on muscle memory not realizing im blind as a bat.

But all I knew was that I'm out in the open running towards the south side i think, I know mickeys here somewhere i havent given him much time to get some distance so i should catch up to him easily.

A loud humming noise approached me as I feel an electronic scooter or bike go past me, I finally wake from my delusions and find myself blind as a bat in the middle of my block, don't know where is left or right, up or down, but i do know I'm blind as fuck in the middle of Chicago at night.

For the first time in a while I feel genuinely afraid for my well-being as I've forgotten my stick, and all the loud noises of everything add up together making one mesh noise so i cant tell where the danger is coming from.

"H..h.hello!? Mickey!" I shout out, my voice trembles as I stumble around tripping on my long legs and laces.

I feel lines underneath my shoes, as I kneel down to touch them as I realize I'm safe on the side walk, there is 4 lines that tell me how far I am from the cross roads, they tell people that use seeing eye sticks how close they are to the street. and after the lines there are circles indicating that after the circles they are officially on the street.

And I don't feel the circles, so I'm safe

Then I feel a shiver down my spine, and I feel cold but for some reason I tell myself to stay on this path like and intuition or an inkling to stay still.

I then here a loud beep noise, and click clack with a diesel smell.

A truck

I could feel every ounce of anything and everything I am made of lift out of me as I realised a truck is about 1 to 1,5 meters from me

I freeze, this short time feels like 15 hours, but it was calm, the most calm feeling of being unbeknownst to the on coming danger and tricking myself to thinking I'm safe.

A lot of weight was lifted off of me, even through my fear, but it was also a sense of happiness.

As I feel lights burning into my head I grip the bumps in the path only to realise that they are little pothole crevices, not a pavement marking, my innocence was humorous judging by  the fact I am in a life or death situation.

I then feel a strong pair of arms under my own, lifting me up and both of us diving onto the pavement.

"You stupid shit! What the fuck is wrong with you!" I hear a familiar voice bark at me

"Mickey?" I swivel my head around

"Yes you dumb fuck it's me!" He spits

I feel a sharp kick to my side, this caused me to squeal, not from pain but fear

"You could have died!" Mickey forcefully pulls me up and brushes the dirt off of me

I go silent, too afraid to answer.

"What happened." He asks in a much calmer voice

This calmed me a bit, made me realize that he was just shouting and hitting because he didn't want me to die for something so stupid.

"I went to look for you, but I couldn't see, and I thought those crevices in the road were pavement markings." I explain in a mouse voice

"You can't see." Mickey examines my eyes like he can tell the difference

"No." I cover my eyes, uncomfortable with the pokes and prods

A lot of fear and hurt runs through me, I'm afraid that mickey will hit me again or leave me, but I'm also hurt that he just left me just like that for ian and I want a proper explanation of why he came back, I won't deny him but I hope it's not just because he has no where else to go

"I'll take you back to your apartment aight? I'll help you ok?" He takes my wrist and puts another hand at my waist to guide me

"Why did you come back so soon." I ask finally, not wanting to sound so demanding but still desperately want to know why.

"I thought about what you said, and I felt bad."

This confused me, why would he come back because he felt bad? I will press him later I'm too tired for this, I don't really believe him though.

"Good thing you did anyways." This Is all I could muster out of my pathetic little voice, it is crazy to think I almost died though, especially as it is over and done with so quickly and easily.

"Yeah or I would've come back to logan soup." He jokes as we enter the elevator, he made me laugh, and it was comforting to have his arm around me, he probably thinks I hate him now but to be honest my view of him hasn't changed as I understand that he's just confused at the moment about what he wants.

He takes me back to my apartment, laying me on the bed and taking my shoes off.

"Can you see with the blue light?" He asks as he puts me under the covers

"Less than usual." I say as I lay down

"Did something cause it to get worse?"
"No it just progresses is all." I explain as best I can in my groggy state

"Do you want me to make your weird ass tea." I ask as I sit next to him

"You mean rooibus tea?" He laughs a bit at my accent I'm presuming

"Yeah sure rubus tea." Mickey wildly mispronounces this making me laugh now.

"I'm ok thank you." I scrunch the blanket up.

I can't just let this go I need to know now.

"Why did you come back?" I quizzed mickey again like a bratty child obviously looking for a more in depth answer

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