We tasted Gally's blood I- Just don't ask

(7 days till the next Greenie)


Gally never came back. I thought he would, but he didn't. I even fell asleep waiting for him. Whatever. It wasn't like I cared. But then again if I didn't why did it bother me so much?


I got dressed and headed out the door, ready to put something in my stomach. Once I got my food I headed over to a table where Gally sat alone.


"Hey." I said as I put my tray down. He continued eating without a word. Not even looking at me. Maybe if I just talked he'd start responding? "Glad it's not as hot as it was yesterday huh...yeah better when it's that sweet spot. Not too hot not too cold. High seventies are perfect really."


I couldn't seem to stop rambling. He wasn't saying anything. Nothing. Made me anxious. I started that nervous rubbing of the back of my neck.


"Are you mad at me?" I asked, completely forgetting about my food. Gally rolled his eyes and wiped his mouth off with his sleeve. His fork clattered onto the table. Wearing a sarcastic tight lipped smile and shaking his head he spoke.


"What do you think y/n? You think I'm happy?"


"No." I said quietly. He scoffed.


"Well your damn right." Gally rubbed his face as he held it in his hands. Frustration rattling through him to me. I could feel it. His emotions. Boiling. "God! I almost kissed you last night and you don't just tell me to stop. Which is what you should've done by the way. You tell me to basically piss off and to go jerk off in the bathroom. Telling me to come back to you afterwards like a dog."


"I don't think you're a dog." I pressed. He laughed at me. Only humor wasn't what fueled it.


"That stuff isn't even what bothered me. It was that you think I don't care about you. That is just the biggest bullshit lie I've ever heard."


"You're just mad because I won't kiss you." I blurted. "You just wanna get laid Gally. Be honest here. What did you think was going to happen last night? What? You think you were gonna score? Have sex with me? Tell everyone about it.


"No I wouldn't." He argued.


"Yes you would." My voice was starting to break, eyes starting to sting. "You would tell everyone then you'd leave me." The ugly truth I'd thought about subconsciously and pushed away finally came to the surface. An angry fire burned my face. "And I'd be alone. And you know it."


"You're crazy. I'd never leave you."


"Don't make promises you can't keep. Never fucking do that." My mind was pounding, spinning. Remembering a sense of something.


Alone. Forgotten. Abandoned. They left me. The worst part is that I didn't even know who they was.


"My head hurts from this I'm-" I caught sight of the deadheads. "I'm going." As I stood up to storm off I said. "Sorry for not banging you, you Twat!"


"Fuck!" Gally flipped his tray violently off of the table and stomped off in the other direction.


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"And then I called him a twat." I turned over to George's glass pathetic excuse of a coffin. "Rough huh?" He looked back at me with a fishy stare. "Yeah I know. It was pretty shitty. I don't know what to do George. I'm just a kid. I guess that isn't an excuse I know but that's just the thing. I don't know. I really don't."


It had been almost all day that I had spent inside the small grove in the graveyard. The day had been a great success in consideration to my creativity. I had made about a dozen flower crowns, made a flower arrangement for each grave, was currently working on writing a Shakespearean tragedy, and tried remembering something. Anything. It didn't work.


"Talking to Ghosts y/n? Typical." Fuck. Oh shit. Fuck. I scrambled up to my feet to see Paul. He was out. With his baggers. Except for Victor. He had disappeared. "They're dead." He stalked toward me. Getting closer and closer. Foot by foot. "Gone." In front of me, his hand stroking my cheek. "Just like you'll be soon. Shame." Paul shrugged. "Even so, it was either you or me."


"You don't have to do this." My chest pushed out, still absorbed in a stoic act. He circled around me.


"I think I do. You know what happens when one person has a disease? It catches and spreads. Infects the people you care about most." His chin jutted out he was smiling. That sick smile. Made my stomach turn and flip. "If you're slow like your boyfriend and I wasn't clear, you're the disease." He was right by my face. "You ruined everything!" I flinched at his yelling. He whispered in my ear. "How do we know you weren't stung in the maze y/n? You've been acting a little crazy!" He laughed. "How do we know you're not one of them?!"


"I'm not stung Paul. Just walk away and no one needs to know about this." I bargained. "Just walk away..." He shook his head sullenly at me.


"You're sick y/n. You could be stung. We need to check if you've been stung." There was a wildΒ  psychotic look in his eye. I almost felt sorry for him.


"Please go. Last chance."


⚠️ JUST TW FOR SOMETHING IDK THIS MIGHG BE HARD TO READ FOR SOME PEOPLE⚠️


"We need to check if you're stung." He repeated, glassy eyed. Paul snatched my shirt, attempting to pull it up. I was bringing back my fist, watching it soar over to his face...when someone else took care of it. Paul thudded with a groan on the forest floor.


It was Gally that stood over him. I don't really remember a lot of what happened next. Things just kind of blurred out as I took a seat on the ground. The shouting was muffled. Gally on top of Paul beating him up. Punching him over and over and over again. It was sort of beautiful in a really disgusting way. Then there was Newt and Alby and Minho and Chuck...


I didn't do anything. I just watched. Frozen in place. Stuck in time. Chuck pulled me off of the ground and led me away like a drugged up patient. Screams echoing in my head, coming from what we had just left behind. Then I was somehow in my treehouse.


"Just stay here y/n. It's gonna be alright." Chuck comforted. His voice sounded like we were in some sort of cave. He hugged me before leaving. Then the world was dark once again.
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When I woke up or at least came back to my senses or consciousness I saw Gally. He was standing over me with a busted up lip, a purplish black eye, and bruised knuckles.


"Y/n? Are you okay?" I sat up in the bed and did something that felt so natural and so right. I tugged him down by his arm and kissed him. My soberness had been demolished but I couldn't seem to care less. All that mattered was him. The blood on his lip rubbed off on me, making an salty tanginess sting my tongue.


Gally's Point Of View:


Y/n let go of me and I pulled away. Looking up at me with tired eyes she nudged her head to the other side of the bed. Her nightgown pooling around at her knees, she said in the softest sweetest voice I'd ever heard. "Come to bed Gally."

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