We Are the Kids From Yesterday

So Long & Goodnight

Two weeks. That's how long Party was laying unconscious, his body supposedly healing the best it could. But Kobra didn't believe it, Kobra didn't believe he'd ever be getting his brother back. They weren't moving until Party could and everyone had been horribly quiet. A piece of them all had been missing since Party had been gone and the group just felt... incomplete. It was the strangest thing how empty they all felt without Party. Things had gotten so bad, Kobra became reckless, much like Party would get when depressed. He'd throw himself in danger, just really wanting to die at this point. It was so hard for him.

You'll always have me.

That's what Party had said the first time Kobra had tried to kill himself. And Kobra genuinely believed whenever something was wrong, he'd be able to go to Party and everything would be okay. As they hugged and Party comforted him, he had hope he'd be okay because he had his big brother. But he didn't have his big brother now. And he wasn't okay.

Godammit, you can't keep scaring me like this.

That's what Party said the second time Kobra tried to kill himself. When he had been laying on the ground in a pool of his blood, his leg bleeding violently, He had wanted to just let himself bleed out, but Party had come to find him the moment he heard the gunshot, panicking and calling Jet in immediately. The only time Jet and Ghoul had seen Party cry was that day when he hugged his brother and promised everything would be okay...

But who would Kobra be scaring if he tried it again? If anything, he'd be lifting a burden from the shoulders of Jet and Ghoul. Technically, it would be helpful.

So with thoughts in mind, Kobra had told the guys he was going to buy some food from a nearby convenience store where he got some snacks and then stopped where over-the-counter drug section. There weren't very many, mostly painkillers. Ah, sleeping pills. Kobra grabbed a few bottles before checking out and heading back. After BL-Ind took over, most over the counter drugs started becoming lethal. There were tons of overdose reports from even a bit too much and nobody really knew why. But would he do it? He didn't know. He'd keep the pills with him just in case he decided to. Walking back, Kobra had put the three bottles in his own bag so Jet or Ghoul wouldn't notice and say anything. He wasn't even sure if he'd actually...

But Kobra didn't want to think about that. He walked back to the camp, looking down and not even making eye contact with his friends when he approached them. "I'm back," was all he said, rather quiet when he walked into camp. "I'm gonna go... I'm gonna go see Party, okay?"

Jet looked up from the book he was paging through, smiling when he saw Kobra and saying, "Go ahead. He's been doing better."

"You think he's waking up anytime soon?" said Kobra, clutching his own bag as he put the store bags down.

"I'm not so sure," Jet went on, his smile fading slightly. "I clean the wound everyday and it looks like it's starting to heal."

A fake smile, as Kobra said, "That-that's good enough."

He walked over to where Party's tent was and he stopped when he heard speaking through it. A soft voice, Ghoul's, in pain.

"And if you can hear me..." he said with a sniff. "I want you to know how much I care about you. And that there will never be anyone else. And I regret not stopping you and keeping you safe." His words slowly got more choked as he continued, "I just want to hold you in my arms again and see you smile at me when you see me... hear you laugh at the stupid, stupid things I say,"--a pained laugh-- "I wanna feel your velvety lips and your hands on me... I want to feel the pure happiness I felt every time I saw your face. Your face was always so full of life. How could that just be gone?