To The End

12 I'm not okay.

31 Days

        I wake up in Mikey's arms, on my couch. I don't know how I ended up here, soaking wet. I haven't actually opened my eyes yet, but I can tell it's Mikey. I really don't know how. I guess it's his smell? Anyway. They're talking. "I didn't even know..." it's Maddie. After silence for a few minutes, I open my eyes. He looks down at me, he smiles faintly. He's got a scratch on his cheek, was that me? I reach my hand up and touch it, he flinches a bit, but then grabs my hand and just holds it. "Was that me?" my voice is cracked and dry, only a whisper. He pauses for a moment before replying, "No, no. Of course not. I was attacked by a cat" he laughs, "Are you okay, Dakota?" Frank is here too? I nod "Just rosy"

        Apparently I had a psychotic episode, not like I'm surprised. I knew it would happen sooner or later. It was inevitable. Of course it was, they had to have a psychotic bitch as a friend. Sheesh.

        It was silent for quite a long while. "I'm starved" Mikey laughs slightly, "Whatever dinner was, it's blackened and in the sink" I nod. "Let's get takeout" they didn't answer me. Were they waiting for an explanation or something? I don't know myself, really. I never remember any of it. Damn it! It's still painfully quiet. The silence is broken by a knock on the door. I jump up, the three of them look up at me. "I'll get it..." I pause for a moment, before walking to the door. Eeeh, my hair is still dripping. I open the door, its Gerard, and there's someone with him. I'm pretty sure I saw her in the bar the other night. She's got blonde hair, wearing all black. Yep, same as I saw her. She helped Frank with Gerard. "Hi" I smile, Gerard hugs me. "This is Sam" she smiles. She's cute. I think Gerard has finally gotten over Frank and Madeline...

        "Hi, Sam. I'm Dakota" she smiles and hugs me also. Yep, I like her. I like hugs. Even from strangers. Unless they are from homeless men. I don't like hugs from homeless men. Or psychopaths. Homeless men, I don't even have to explain why. And psychopaths are dangerous. Anyway. I turn around and walk back to the living room, them following me. "Yeah.. I guess I'll order takeout" I say, then walk to the kitchen, and dig through the junk drawer for a Chinese food menu.