Keep Running Darling

Daydreams

The rest of the ride home went without a hitch, and without anymore adventures, per Party's orders. We only stopped to get gas and a refill of batteries for my gun. 

Once we got back to the diner we parked the vehicles and Ghoul helped me get the bags in. Well, I carried my bag and he carried the food bag. As soon as we stepped foot in the diner, Ghoul and Jet began unloading Ghoul's bag, discussing what they wanted to eat for dinner. I giggle at them and walk over to my bed, dropping my bag onto it and sitting down.

Party walks past me, towards the bar, where all of the food is laid out. I watch him. He looks less on edge than he was yesterday. I feel the bed sink beside me, and turn to see Kobra Kid. I smile at him.

"He seems to be coming around to you." Kobra nods to Party who was now picking out his dinner. 

"Really?... I didn't notice anything." I say, pushing the feeling in the pit of my stomach to the back of my mind.

"Mhm. Sure you don't." Kobra whispers, smiling. I look at him with wide eyes and he laughs softly, standing up, "Come on let's get some dinner."

I decide to cure my hunger with a can of white potatoes while the guys all chose to split two cans of beans. It's not a dinner of champions but at least it's dinner. The guys all sit down at a booth while I go back to my bed. My woulds are healing nicely, but they still hurt and I just want to lay down. 

I pull my blanket out of my bag and pull it over my legs, opening my can of food and eating it while looking out the window of the diner, watching the sun begin to set. 

"Toxic." A voice pulls me out of my thoughts. I turn my head to see everyone staring at me. 

"What?" I say looking at them confused. 

"I said," Party begins, pinching the bridge of his nose, "we need to go see Dr. D tomorrow. To tell him about what happened, ya'know." 

I nod and turn my gaze back to the window continuing to eat watch the sun set, letting my mind drift again. 

Thought's of my family before the fires, my friends, my dog, hell even my- well I'm not really sure what he was to me. But he's gone now so it doesn't matter. 

The thought of him makes me clutch my jacket, thinking of the way it used to look on his body. The way he used to cover me with it when I was cold. How his long black hair fell over his face when he laughed. He was perfect in every way. I've never looked at a man the way I looked at him. If only he would have survived. I remember how we fought the day before the fires. How he said he never wanted to see me again. I remember the last words we said to each other, before I saw his house go up in flames as I fled the city. 

"Get out of my life!" I yelled at him. 

"You don't mean that Aria. Please don't say that." He pleaded.

"I said get the fuck out!" I screamed covering my ears and sobbing. 

"Fine. But... I love you." 

And out he walked. I ran past his house the next morning as I was fleeing the fires of my own neighborhood. It was up in flames. I immediately broke down in tears, but had to keep running. I screamed and pleaded between breaths, gripping his jacket tighter around me, apologizing and hoping he would hear it wherever he was. 

"Toxic?" I again was broken from my thoughts, and turned to face the perpetrator. Once I focused my eyes, I realized they were rimmed with tears threatening to fall. I quickly wiped them away with my blanket before looking back up. Party was standing in front of me. 

"Yea?" I answered trying to stop my voice from cracking. 

He was reaching out his hand motioning to my empty can. 

"Oh... uh, thanks." I said handing it to him, realizing it was being crushed in my grip.

"Yea... Well all of the guys headed off to bed, so I guess I'm gonna head there too." 

I didn't look back at him and just nodded my head. I laid down and rolled over, closing my eyes and letting sleep take me. 

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I woke up with a splitting headache and no memory of my dream. I know I had one, and I know I woke up with tears in my eyes. I just couldn't remember anything.

Hopefully Im not forgetting things again. I thought as I got up to head to the bathroom. 

I washed my face and brushed my teeth. As I look in the mirror, I realize that my cuts and bruises on my face are healing nicely. The cuts have scabbed over and they bruises are turning back to my normal skin tone. 

I lift up my tank top to check on my side. As I remove the bandage I realize it doesn't hurt as bad anymore. I wash the wound gently as to make sure it doesn't start bleeding again and turn around, checking the boot shaped bruise on my back. It's still there but definitely getting better. Lastly, I pull my pants down and repeat the cleaning process of my leg wound. This one hurts a little more but nothing compared to a few days ago. I decide to not re-bandage them and instead let them breathe. 

Finishing up in the bathroom I realize I'm still in the same clothes as the day before and frown. I hate wearing dirty clothes. I grab my things and open the door, running face first into someone's chest. 

I look up to see Party Poison with his eyes closed and a groan escaping his lips. His bright red hair falls over his face and I can smell cigarettes on him. If I didn't hate him, I would say he looks quite handsome. Without a word, he moves to the side ushering me out of the bathroom and taking my place locking the door behind him. 

Good morning to you too.