Chapter 3- bad dream

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Time skip to current time- 

Isaiah's POV:

I woke up with a start, panting heavily with Elijah's terrified shriek,

"Jesus it was just a dream-" I breathed and a familiar voice hissed in the back of my mind 

'That's a shame, isn't it?'

"Shut up." I growled and stood up, looking around my cell.

 "Yup still here.." I muttered to myself as the door opened behind me, spinning around quickly I spotted a taller blonde male with a white lab coat and dark grey jeans.

 "calm down bud. It's just me.." he smiled softly and walked in, setting down the tray that contain a small container of pills and a small cup of water.

"Hey Charlie.." I said softly and relaxed, walking over and picked up the container 

"I know you don't like them but you need to take them.." he frowned and his brown eyes sparkled with concern.

"Is something wrong? You Look awful.." he asked softly 

"Oh- nothing..it was just a bad dream.." I muttered and Looked at him, taking the pills and grabbing the cup of water

"You want to talk about it?" 

I shook my head "not right now..why do you care all of a sudden?" I asked suddenly 

"N-No reason-"  he said quickly and looked away, a blush dusting his cheeks

"Okay?" I watched him for a minute as he avoided my gaze, eventually I turned around again and walked over to my bed,  making a mental note of his reaction 

'I'll ask him later..' I thought to myself as I leaned against the wall that my bed was pressed against, letting the affects of the pills take over...



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