My heart pounded. I held in a scream. It hurt, oh, hell, it hurt. I didn't know if I could stand it any longer. Please, just let me go. I didn't mean for this to happen! I wanted to help! Oh, if only I could go back! I felt the blood run down my back, felt the sting of another hit. Pound. Pound. Pound. Pound. I can't take much more. I can't protect myself. They can't know. They can never know. If they did. Oh, hell, if they did. This wouldn't have happened if I told them. If I didn't dismiss it! If I didn't dream that cursed dream! Oh, hell, she's coming again. I can't stop myself. I'm going to-
Scream.
Hurt.
Beg.
Plead.
Stop.
Silence.
Fade.
Whisper.
Disappear.
Missing.
Gone.
Hunted.
Killed.
Despised.
Hated.
Forgotten.
Remembered.
"Merlin, Arthurs going to kill you! The hunting trip- oh, god, Merlin, what is?"
"It's nothing, Gwaine."
"Then why are you worse than Lancy after Arthur and Gwen-"
"It's nothing Gwaine!"
"Merlin…"
"Drop it, Gwaine, please."
I watched my friend. On the walk to the courtyard, I saw him adopt the act he has started. It began after he went after the warning bell. What happened to him? He still did the same thing, laughed, smiled, hell; he even insulted the same way. It wasn't him, however. It hasn't been the same man that was at that fire with me, joking about pheasants. Something happened. I am the only one that seems to have noticed.
He still banters with all of us. It has a cruel, self analyzing edge to it now, however.
And I, I was worried.
And nobody else cared.
A/N: This was supposed to be a happy start. Honestly. Drunk Gwaine and disproving Lancelot and everything! I swear!