Suicidal Dreams

I Cant Quit You Baby

There was nothing worse than being forced to be on bed rest, especially when it was totally unnecessary. My pleas were no use because I was ignored. Being in bed made me so useless and made me go insane.

Aside from my whining on not being able to go. I had an unbearable headache. My brain felt like it was pulsing so loud and would hit my skull hard enough to kill me.

"Michael I will shoot myself!" I cried in total hysteria.

Party walked into Kobra's room and positioned my ray gun in my hands so it faced me. He gave an enthusiastic smile when I didn't fight him on this matter.

"Kobra she is going to be fine on the run just let her go," Party rolled his eyes.

Clearly annoyed from my constant yapping from not being able to get out of this prison.

"You're not going," Kobra looked me dead in eye to get his point through my thick skull.

"Jet Star!" I whined even more and waited for him to step into the small cramped room.

He walked in and shook his head when I asked if I could go on their run.

"Fine then, all of you can leave now!"

They laughed.

I hissed at how loud they had gotten in such little time.

"Doll I'm not leaving you alone," Kobra smirked.

Jet and Party left the room while gagging at Kobra's intentions.

"Fuck off," I pushed him off of my bed.

"At least you're not whining," he laid on the floor with his hands behind his head.

He was right, at least I stopped complaining. Yet I had the urge to whine that I didn't want Kobra to stay with me seeing as he was a sick twisted perv.

"At least you're not whining," I mimicked his obnoxious voice.

From outside these walls I could hear the boy's laughter.

He rolled his eyes at my behavior and got up from the floor.

I sighed and laid back down when he didn't return quick enough. My breathing started to slow down once I got very comfortable in my slumber state of mind.

"So I got- hey no don't go to sleep!" Kobra immediately jumped onto my bed.

I got startled from his odd protests that I should not even think about sleeping. Looking into his eyes I saw the fear laced in them. Clearly I wasn't understanding the gravity of this situation because I was beyond confused as to why I couldn't just sleep.

"Do you remember anything from last night?"

I tried to remember something but ended up giving myself a headache. Mikey sighed and shook a small bottle, I looked into his hand to see two round red pills in his palm. He gave handed me them along with a bottle of water.

"The boys didn't know your alcohol tolerance and basically could have killed you from how much you consumed," he whispered to me.

I took the pills and drank the water.

"Kobra I was with you last night?" I said as I circled back into bed.

This time he had sat on the bed with his back leaning on the headboard. He let me curl up to his side by giving up his left leg for a pillow.

"No doll," he let his hand rest on my hip as he used other hand to stroke my hair softy.

I scrunched up my nose, "don't call me that."

I felt the smirk creep into his face. His nickname for me didn't appeal to me, but neither did the way he said my killjoy name appealed to me.

"I'll call you what I want doll," he said.

Rolling my eyes, I started to feel the pressure in my brain drop to a dull pain.

"Kobra Kid? What are we?"

"Obviously something more than benefits, something I can't quit."