Twisted

Chapter 18: Nightmare

**Trauma Charlie aesthetic mood board**

I was curled in bed, the blankets were warm and soft. I was finally clean. It was the longest I had gone without being injected with poisons, or a punch to the stomach. Gally was alive. That was hard to understand. I had seen his death so many times, over and over in so many different ways. I had to constinlyask if he was actually there, if this was real. I had to physically be holding his hand or arm or something, just to keep me grounded.

Also Magnus and Gally were brothers, would explain why I always though his eyes were Gally after waking up from a beating or something. They were both very gruff outside but really soft and caring inside. 

I felt my eyes fluttering shut, Gally was sitting on the chair beside my bed, leaning over, I had his hand gripped tight in mine. I was scared to sleep. I always was, night mares and reality were the same, night mares and Fear Landscape were the same. But my body pulled me closer to unconsciousness. 

"Don't leave me!" I whispered. 

"Never again." 

My eyes slid closed and I was lost to the world of dark and dreams. 

I was sneaking down a hall. There was a line of us, well, more like a group. We were supposed to be quiet, but someone was always giggling. 

I turned around and tried to shush the group. But a blond girl just giggled harder , making a younger looking Minho throw a hand over her mouth trying to keep her quiet, but a split second latter he had yelped and pulled his hand away.

"EWWWW! Why would you dooooo that? Son, that's so GROSS!" He whined, wiping his hand on his pants. 

"Don't put your nasty shanky hands on my mouth!" 

"Dude! That's my bloody sister, hands off!" 

"Guys! Shush! We just have Gally to grab and then we can go to the storage closet!" I whispered 

"Ya ya, go grab mr dream boat." Minho rolled his eyes. 

"Slim it! Your just jealous I'm dating someone else!"  

Minho went slightly pink and closed his mouth with a huff.  I peeked around the corner, the hall was empty, I glanced over my shoulder at the group. 

"Stay here! Or better yet! We'll meet you there!" 

"You just want to make out with him!" Minho whispered, his eyes narrowed. 

"Yeah, maybe I do! You got a problem? You had your chance, now Slim it!" I snapped back. 

Thomas slid between us, and he gently pushed Minho away, down the opposite hall. He looked at me and through our telepathy link spoke, "Please don't be long! And stop provoking him!"

I did not appreciate being scolded like that, not when Minho was being a shuckface!

"I'm not! He brings it up! Not my fault he went after Little Miss prissy, Uncle Janson's favorite. All cuz she batted her stupid long eyelashes at him. He dumped me and I moved on. And now that she dumped him, he's hurting and taking it out on me! His fault!" 

Thomas sighed. 

Just don't take long. You worry me when your gone long! 

Aww so you DO care! 

Shut up!

I'll see you in a bit. Later looser!

I broke our link and snuck down the hall and knocked on the fourth door on the left. The door flew open and I grinned up at the steel blue eyed boy.