A Brendan Gallagher Fanfiction

Part 9

Part 9-B Gally Imagine

Again, I couldn't sleep well that night. Even though I could feel B's warmth behind me, it wasn't as comforting as it should have been. I barely got an hour of sleep until finally, when I could see the tiniest bit of sun peeking through the curtains, my dreams took me captive.

I dreamt of my brother. When we were little and we took a trip to some beach that wasn't even that nice but had took us what felt like hours to get there. My brother was 12 and he had brought a boogie board. He kept trying to surf on it, over tiny waves on the shoreline until the cheap ankle strap snapped and my brother went flying out into the water. I screamed, I don't know why because soon my brother was swimming back to shore, he hadn't seemed at all panicked by what just happened, he could have died. We'll that was the memory I had, but in my dream my brother didn't resurface for a long time, I didn't stop screaming and when I blinked there was my brother, his shorts ripped and bloody. His eyes open but frozen and a long jagged cut straight from his heart. I screamed again. And then everything went black.

I didn't wake up though, because there was my memory of when I last saw my mother healthy. We had both been tired and it was quite late at night, we had finished watching a movie marathon, I think I was 9. My memory was that my mother had shut off the TV and I pretended to be asleep so she would carry me to bed. She did, but not in my dream. She left me on the couch to pretend to sleep and only 5 minutes later when I heard her scream did I bolt from my place on the couch to her room where she was, laying across her bed, blood flowing from her body. That same long jagged cut straight from her heart. Obviously, I screamed again and everything went black. It was like torture I couldn't get out off because I was asleep.

The last image I had was a short one. I had zero memories of my father since I was 6 when he died. The dream was of my father standing in the middle of an open warzone, his uniform covered in blood and one long jagged cut right through his uniform and straight from his heart. I screamed, again but this time saw light.

And then I woke up, my body shaking and covered in a cold sweat.

I reached for B, "Brendan.. I." I was crying and could barely speak but as I turned around B wasn't there.

Then I heard it. "Y/N!!"

I jumped up and bolted. He screamed again, it was coming from the bathroom. I turned into the doorway of the bathroom, but I was too late. There was B splayed out on the floor, his eyes frozen, and blood oozing out of a long jagged cut from his heart. I screamed.

I sat up in bed and searched for B, he wasn't there. It couldn't be true, it couldn't be. I ran to the bathroom but B wasn't there. Where was he? I was crying, big heavy sobs that racked my body. I couldn't stop them.

I ran from the bathroom in hysteria to the closet, which seemed dark but I didn't care. I slammed the door and slumped down against the wall wrapping my arms around myself and trying to make myself appear smaller so that my fears couldn't find me. My hot tears stained my face, and I felt dizzy. It was extremely hot in this closet but I sure as hell wasn't leaving it. I squeezed my eyes shut as the room started to spin. My head pounded and all I could think of was that stupid dream. I ripped the locket from my neck and opened it to look at the tiny pictures of my family. And just like that I chucked the locket across the closet, it hit the wall and landed on a box.

Whatever was happening to me lasted for awhile, I lost my breath a few times and almost vomited whatever was left in my stomach. But throughout the whole thing I was still crying and thinking of my family wasn't helping it either. I was oblivious to my surroundings. There was one thing that kept playing in my head; am I going crazy?

I winced at the light that seared in from the now open closet door. I blinked until I could see clearly.

"Y/N? Jeez, there you are. What the hell are you doing in here? Wait, is something wrong?" It was B, he had kneeled down in front of me, his hand was reaching out which he rested on my knee. That one thing I liked him doing now seemed so absurd.