Snippet #1922523

Ganymede Galen

At least it wasn’t darkness. At least he could see. At least…at least it wasn’t the horrible things he did to get where he is today. What sucked was what is was about. It made his skin itch, his eyes water, and his body crave for that forbidden ‘taboo’.

It wasn’t a nightmare, though Gan would have welcomed those so much more than what was happening in his dream. The sickly sweet touches, the whispered words of lies and the feel of human contact. Sweaty body against sweaty body joined together in ways some say they shouldn’t. Strong arms wrapped around him, bringing him all the closer to bliss.

And then…much like dreams do, it time skipped
And then he opened his eyes. And he screamed, and pleaded and begged for mercy. Hell he cried, and Gan never cried. Red shaggy hair, piercing green eyes, and a devilish smirk was his sight before him.

“I’m sorry! Please…please don’t do this…”

“I don’t bite you know.”

Girly. Not a boy. Clearly a girl. She broke it. Thank heavens. It never happened.

Bleary eyes, Gan opened his eyes and flung his hand down to blindly search for his glasses. While he wasn’t blind without them, everything had a foggy look to it.

“I’m Camille Lewis, by the way.”

With a yawn, Gan registered that it was the white haired, blue eyes girl he had seen when he first came in.

However there were two more boys in the room. One was a girly-ish looking male with auburn hair and the other with dark brown hair and eyes that were just slightly different.

Gan had a frown marring his face and was debating if he should actually speak or not when the ‘door’ opened again and spit up a brown haired girl with startling blue eyes.

"Okay are we all gonna die in here of silence or what? My name is Nicolette sounds kind of like cigarette? Don't ya think?"

No…no I don’t think that…why would I even…

I raised my hand in a polite gesture, “Why, I don’t believe that your name and cigarettes have anything to do with each other. One is beautiful, while the other kills you from the inside out,” I gave a polite smile and ran a hand through my hair, before fixing my glasses, “My formal name is Ganymede, yes that is indeed one of the moons on Jupiter, but you have the privilege to call me Gan.”

With that said and fell back into my cot and rested my eyes, no longer interested in the conversation.