Hey guys! I'm so sorry I haven't updated! I've been having writer's block. Bear with me guys, I know it's really boring so far, I promise it will get better! Without further a do, here is chapter 4!
Surprisingly, that night wasn't as bad as she thought it was going to be. Don't get me wrong, it was definitely no picnic. She had the same nightmare she had every night, of course. Dakota didn't expect it to just magically disappear.
The nightmare was of when she stood, paralyzed with fear, while her sister was helpless and dying. At that moment, so many things were rushing through Dakota's mind she didn't know what to do. She was so scared.
The only thing she felt now was regret and guilt. 'I could've saved her,' she thought to herself. 'Maybe if I had just distracted Drake for a few seconds, then Sage might've been able to… No.' She knew she wouldn't of been able to fend him off for even a second. It would've done Sage no good. Dakota was only a small, 13 year old girl, with absolutely no fighting skills. Drake was a tall, strong, guy with a freakin' whip for an arm, for God's sake! What was she supposed to do?
Still, the guilt wouldn't stop eating away at her. At this rate, she'd be an empty shell by next week.
The thing that struck her as weird, though, was the fact that Sage wasn't the only thing she thought about. She couldn't help but to think about Orc's rampage and the boy she couldn't see, that had tried to calm him down. Dakota wished she was brave enough to do something like that. She was a spineless coward. A spineless coward who didn't even have the guts to take her own life.
She knew she had to stop thinking like this. It was getting her nowhere. Maybe she should pop a couple pills… might help her to calm down a bit. Maybe she could even get some sleep. She laughed at that thought. 'Yeah right. Since when do I sleep?' she thought.
She made a path through the garbage that filled her hallway into her bathroom that was equally dirty.
She opened the door she figured was the bathroom and stepped inside. It was small and cramped, but hey, at least it was something. Dakota blindly fumbled for the light switch before realizing it wouldn't work anyways. Stupid Caine just had to shut off the power and make life even worse than it already was, didn't he? She grumbled some very choice words and resumed her search for the handle of the medicine cabinet.
After an eternity, her hand latched on to what felt like the handle and yanked it open. Causing each bottle of medicine to fall into the ceramic sink with a loud CLANK! Great, just flippin' great. Now how was she supposed to find it? Times like this made her wish she actually had a Sammy Sun. She stuck her hand into the sink and felt a wet, gooey substance. She quickly pulled her hand out and let out a quick scream "Ewww! Ewww! Ewww!" She really didn't want to know what that was… But she really did need that medicine, though… She let out a frustrated sigh and begrudgingly trudged back to her bedroom. She climbed back into her lumpy, uncomfortable bed and pulled the scratchy, stiff sheets over her head.
Dakota didn't try to fool herself, there was no way she was getting any sleep at all tonight. She was pretty sure she was one of those people that couldn't sleep. What were they called? Insomniacs? Well whatever they were called, she was one of them. She couldn't remember the last time she had actually slept for a full night without aide from something. Whether it be just a couple of sleeping pills or pot. This was something she was all too used to by now, getting little to no sleep. It's been that way since even before the FAYZ started.
She ran her hands through her knotted and dirty, black hair in exasperation and started to sort through all the many thoughts in her frazzled, sleep deprived mind. There was no way she'd be able to pick cabbages tomorrow; she barely had enough energy to walk. But she really did need some more 'Bertos or else she would not only be without Vodka, she would starve.
Dakota decided she needed a new job. There weren't exactly a lot of jobs to choose from, and the other ones sure as hell wouldn't be better than picking cabbages. Maybe she could just skip tomorrow and use the 'Bertos she did have to go buy something to help her sleep so she could resume working the next day. Yeah, that was a good idea. She'd just have to find something really cheap to eat tomorrow.
She closed her ideas and began to reminisce about the times she didn't have to work her butt off just to get something to eat and the hardest thing she had to worry about was math. And her sister was there with her.