Death and All His Friends

Raoul Duke's acid caused mumbling crawled from the TV speakers as I laid in our old bedroom watching Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, our favorite movie. The twins started to kick my bladder, as usual for six o'clock. I knew Brian would be around soon. They had dove back into the studio after my accident two weeks ago. Jamie seemed totally out of place as a name, so I switched her name to Hunter, in honor of his favorite writer. Hunter Olivia Sullivan and James Owen Sullivan Jr.
I got up and decided to fix my hair. Straightening it, I took a picture for Facebook and Instagram. I started to read the comments, which began pouring in within seconds, I was a bit anxious to even see them.
You're so pretty, hope you and your baby are well.
How dare you get pregnant after Jimmy died, WHORE!
It's Jimmy's baby, um duh.
I saw you at the store the other day, too scared to say anything, but hi! Hope everything is well and your pregnancy is going well.
I decided to lay down, hoping I could sleep off the incoming headache that would split my skull like a lobotomy.
-dream/flashback-
Jimmy's long fingers slipped down my hips and his nails dug into my skin. His soft, leather-studded lips dragged down my neck. I dug my knees into his hips, dropping my head against the soft pillow, soft moans escaping my lips. Jimmy sat back on his knees, with my polaroid camera, and took pictures. I laughed and pulled him back down, grabbing it from him and taking a picture of him laying on me. These could be leaked, but who cared?
-end-
I woke up and I wiped the sweat from my forehead. The polaroids rested in a box underneath my bed, where they shall stay. I felt upset and ran to the bathroom, throwing up my lunch. Great, I was getting sick. My head felt like an inferno had been lit in it, leaving in me deciding to go back to bed and suffer. I was so screwed, this was just my luck.
The next couple of days, Brian took over the care of me. He would bring me food, hold my hair back as I puked, and brought me movies and kept me occupied. I had already finished all of Hunter S. Thompson's books and movie adaptations. I needed more, I was so bored. I was only six months pregnant, but I was ready for the babies. Getting up, I eased myself out of bed and began to go to Hunter and James's rooms. I put the bedding on and sighed, I wish Jimmy was here.

Notes

Sorry, my kiddo and myself have been sick, I know it's a filler, I'll try to do a better job next time.