Insane | GRETHAN

Two | dreams

It's been a few weeks and my wounds are finally healed, I still have a few stitches in the deeper parts of the cut but other than that it's healed.

Right now I'm being escorted back to my cell... my new cell... with Ethan.

I get a glimpse of him as the guard opens the door and shoves me in, I trip a little before I stand up and look around.

They didn't take off my cuffs because they think I'm going to hurt myself or him- which I might.

I sit on my bed across from Ethan and look up at the ceiling, it's moldy and gross but it's better than my old room.

Suddenly my view of the Ceiling is taken up by Ethan. I growl at him lowly "what?" I ask

"Why'd you do it, and why'd you yell those things?" He asks somewhat calmly he still has his stern face

"Because, when I see you my stomach hurts and it doesn't go away, I have people and I hate you" I said turning on my side away from Ethan

Suddenly my bed dipped and I felt Ethan wrap his arm over me- which I couldn't take off cause of my hands being cuffed together.

"Get the fuck off me" I say calmly

When Ethan didn't respond I elbowed him aggressively until he finally stood up

"DONT TOUCH ME" I yelled now sitting up

"WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?" Ethan yelled back, he came close to me and wrapped his hands around me- like I did when he first talked to me

"I am probably the only person in this fucking shit hole that actually wants to talk to you, sane or not, so shut the fuck up and let me" Ethan said in between gritted teeth

He let me go roughly and I began to laugh when I caught my breath, I looked up at him and charged at him- hitting him in the stomach with my head making him fall back into his bed.

As I sat on top of him the voices got louder and my laughing got more Intense

Bite him, if you do it hard enough you could even kill him do it.

I began to cry as I never would want to hurt Ethan, I've grown to care about. him I slammed my head against his and watched as his nose bled, all he did was place his hands on my hips, "stop" he said

I choked on my cries as I looked at Ethan and his eyes fading into a purple colour from possibly breaking his nose

Ethan sat up and hugged me when he pulled away he looked at me and wiped my watery eyes.

I couldn't stand being near him anymore and I got up and laid in my bed just wanting the day to end and to go to sleep.

You see our hallway is mainly for the more sane, and people who they don't expect to start full on fights in their cells- so it's the least surveillance hallway- which I have to say is huge flaw on their half.

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During the night I woke up, it was pitch black and the only light was the small dim light in the hallway.

I crept over to Ethan's bed and smiled, I sat on his waist and slowly leaned down to his neck, I suddenly pulled my hands over my shoulders and placed my hands on either side of his head and bit his neck. Hard.

As he screamed and tried to push me off I felt blood slip into my mouth- it slowly began to bleed more and more and soon he was dead.

I woke up with a loud scream and multiple tears running down my face. I was unable to catch my breath, I've never had a feeling like this before and it was confusing me, my body filled with fear and I tried breaking out of my cuffs, my hands behind my back making it worse.

Suddenly I felt large arms wrap around me "STOP!" I yelled "stop!" I yelled again but a little less loud before I calmed down

"You we're having a panic attack" Ethan said "are you ok now?" He added

I nodded my head in response, too scared to talk to him

"Do you want me to stay?" He asked now standing in front of me

I shook my head 'no'
I was so sure that dream was real, but how? He's right there in front of me, I've never had a dream like that before, scared to kill someone. Not even of my parents.

Ethan began to walk back to his bed and I just sat there, my knees to my chest and my chin resting on them, my eyes were so heavy but I knew if I closed them I would see his dead body- which I killed.

After a few minutes I finally decided to go to Ethan, I squished myself into his bed and he gladly put an arm over me, making me feel secure.

My hands were just above his v line which I could feel pushing against his jumpsuit.

Other than my arms I was comfortable and I easily fell back asleep not worrying about my dream anymore.

A/n:

Aw :(

W/c: 892