Fuck You Gallagher

post traumatic down syndrome

I wake up warm, deathly warm
Turning over in the bed, i realize the room is sickeningly white, it's like there's a big ass flashlight inside My brain.

Suddenly I'm dragged up, my lip hitting something, sharp nails dug into my chest as I can feel every finger squeeze into my ribs.

"Yo get the fuck off me!" I roar and force them off me. Standing up I see Ian.

"I'm just so fuckin sick of you sleeping in all the time! Get up and get a fucking life!" He grabs my hair, forcing a slap into my face, one of those hard hitting ones that feel like a brick, so much worse than the stingy ones.

"Alright! Dude I mustn't have.." he cuts me off, of course I stand there and take it.

"You mustn't! Oh mickey, you mustn't have what! Your alarm is it? Aw poor mickey sleeps through his fucking alarm!" Ian bends down slightly, his face right in mine.

"Dude fuck off." I say so lowly, it's almost a whinge.

Ian grabs the cutting board we use for weed, throwing it at my back before grabbing the tv remote and throwing it at my face.

I faintly chuckle at his choice of weapon, I keep imagining grabbing something ridiculous like the cushion tassle or turning a peice of paper into an aeroplane in 3 seconds and throwing it at him but he wouldn't have found humor in it like i would have.

"You fucking laughing mickey? You fucking..." he abruptly goes quiet and grabs me by hair shoving me on the couch, pulling my hair up and elbowing me in the face.

And I take it, obviously.

I'm so in love with this man I won't hit him back, and I'm scared to stand up for myself in case he leaves me, so I sit there.

"Laugh now bitch! Is something funny mickey!" He taunts, grabbing my shirt and yanking me off the couch so hard I fall into the glass table, breaking it, I don't even think about how bad I'm being treated but instead I think about how much glass is up my ass.

He stomps on my back, squatting down and grabbing my head, bashing it into the glass covered floor.

I shut my eyes tight, my biggest fear is going blind.
I stand up quickly, ignoring the pain and pushing him away.
"Ian! Stop!" I hold back my pussy ass 'please' I was about to say it but I realized if I do he would keep going.

Ian just beat the fuck out of me but he knows I could overpower him, even though I never would, but if I said please he would have senses my fear, dudes like part dog or ape.

Ian shouts something before leaving, slamming the door hard, making a frame fall and the refrigerator shake.
I'm left alone, after a beating again.
I'm hard to live with, I get that.
It's not ians fault, time has proven time and time again that there's only one way to deal with someone like me.
If there even is anyone like me.

I bite my knuckle hard, trying not to cry, fearing that he's gone for good, still shaken from the beat down, I feel soft quick slaps on my face.

"Baby! Baby! Let go! You're biting me again! shit, mother fucker." Logan slaps my cheek repetitively.

I roll over quickly, my heart racing, the fuck was that? I just like relived something that happened well over 5 months ago

"You bite me again." He grumbles.
"Yeah and what of it!" My voice shakes, as I curl up, I wouldn't have curled up only for logans blind

"Mickey? You okay baby?" Logan feels for me, pulling me into him, I'm nearly covered in logan except for my head.

Logan likes to cover me up completely when I'm being a pussy, and a pussy like me would say I don't mind it, I feel protected when he does it, and  God knows I'm not scared of anyone except for myself and Ian.

It's like a security guard for my own thoughts, I usually shove my head down his pants after 30 minutes of this because why the fuck not, head after being a bitch is where it's at.

"Did you have a bad dream my love?" He pets my hair.

"No, the fuck I didn't." I spit, not happy that he sees me as the pussy I am.
"Well, you were grumbling, whinging and biting me so." He holds me tighter, rolling onto me more, it sounds weird but I'm just sandwiched underneath his chest.

"No, was just talking in my sleep, what's wrong with that?" I frown, I'm just a grumpy guy.

" nothing, just go to sleep love." He incases me, keeping his arms tight against me.

"Hm..." I mumble nor wanting this to continue on.

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Logans P.O.V

There's something wrong with that boy, this is the third night in the row he's bite my arm, hard too he makes it bleed.
God now I'm all bruised and I start work again tomorrow.

I work at a school, with shithead children. I'm kidding I love those kids they're young enough and are so curious about everything. I pleaded that I only teach 11 and under as I'm scared of teenagers.

I'm scared to go back, all I've been doing lately is lay and eat. So not only have I gone completely blind I'm also fat, I gained like 25 pounds or so, eh? How embarrassing is that, on top of that I don't even know what I look like.

I am worried about mickey too, he's definitely got some kind of PTSD and whenever I bring it up he just goes "post traumatic down syndrome" and it makes so sense at all.

I don't know why going blind has done this to me, I was already blind as an indian donkey. I couldn't see anything yet I was lean, motivated and handsome. Pretty sure I'm ugly now, I'm lazy and in a relationship that I'm not even sure is official.

Tomorrow I have to go back anyways, I'm relying on mickey to help, not because I'm blind as I was blind before I went completely blind, God this is confusing, but I'm relying on mickey because I'm lazy.