Suicidal Dreams

Na Na Na

*reader discretion- there are mentions of drug use during the chapter. I strongly advise to read at your own risk and If you're uncomfortable with the usage of drugs I advise you skip the chapter

Kobra's POV

"Looky looky," I smirked at my brother. "The shadow man!"

He took his sunglasses off and ducked down to meet eyes with the dying man before us. Not paying much attention to my drained body pressed against the hot dessert sand.

"No fucking way," Party let out a chuckle.

-2 hours earlier-

The air was toxic as always, radiation being our biggest enemy today. Just walking out the diner made me regret taking a mission to the city.

"We could stop at Jo's?"

Jo's was a small and I mean very small building for dorks. It was a simple room with posters hanging on every wall, lights were dimmed or just broken, floors littered with pages upon pages from books, and crates full of comic books. The outside was a bit more prettier, the building was pretty much in tact. Nicely painted gray walls, two display windows sprayed painted with obscene drawings.

"With what ride?"

Party gave a slight scuff which made me roll my eyes. After spending all day in the sun, I'm sure as hell this is where most of his bitterness comes from.

"Where are you going!"

I didn't respond and continued to walk to the back storage of this stupid diner. I pried the back door open with full force, the door clashing loudly as it rolled up to the ceiling.

I searched for the keys of my bike, smirking when I found them in a tool box. That expression feel as I found a small baggie stashed underneath a lot of greasy tools.

I pulled it out and noticed the many pills in it, uppers and downers. I searched around more, finding another baggie but with white powder in it. Angel dust.

I pocketed them in my jacket, "let's go."

Party didn't protest to my sour command like usual.

I placed the key in the ignition and let the bike roar to life, pulling out of the storage area as Party pulled the chain to the storage door and let it clatter down.

Before I zoomed off he swiftly mounted the bike. Our masks were secured around our necks, glasses on and bandannas tied around our heads to cover our mouths.

Through the ride distant memories lead me to fade into a void. A void I hadn't felt since I bid goodbyes with substances. Being overwhelmed with the fact I was an addict and could never return to undo my mistakes but only take it one day at a time. It had been at best five years since I last OD'd.

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"Four-eighty or no deal, you know that already."

With the desperation to retrieve the product Mikey's dealer was offering did he finally hand over the cash once asked for. He tossed the small baggie towards Mikey without much though of what could potentially happen. At this point Mikey knew the risks especially since he grew accustomed to Ricky's speech of OD'ing.