"It's fine, just stay safe please." Her voice cracks, even in my mind, and it sounds like she's about to start crying.
"Hey, now wait a minute! What're you gonna do? People know me! They'll find me dead, they'll come look for me!" Jeremy protests as I turn around and drive back down the highway. Well I can't let people in the town see me in the car I stole from them all battered and beaten up and with me holding a local artist pretty much hostage.
"Thought you said you have nothing to live for," I mutter, punching him in the face with the grip of my knife.
"I don't, I just want to die, not be tortured!" I shake my head. He's impossible.
"I'm not gonna kill you, either, by the way. I just didn't want you hurting Gemme." I smile and punch him again, working out some of the stress and anger that's been building up since he grabbed Gemme at the gas station.
"What what?" I ask in an irritating voice, still smiling.
"You're not gonna kill me? What you gonna do with me!?" he yelps. I take my hands off the steering wheel and lower my seat so I'm lying down. Taking my feet off the pedals, keeping the car moving with telekinesis again, I turn onto my side and smile at him again.
"I'm going to sleep, and believe me, if you try anything, anything at all, I will make you hurt so much you won't know whether you're sitting up or being hung upside down. Understand?"
"Sleep? But you're gonna kill us both!" I roll my eyes.
"I don't think you've noticed that despite taking my hands off the wheel and my feet off the pedals, we're still doing over a hundred and not slowing down." I mutter, closing my eyes and relaxing into the chair. Anything is comfy when you're this tired. Apart from my shirt. It's clinging to me with the blood from earlier. I peel the material away from my skin, smiling slightly as it feels better when it's not clinging anymore. "I suggest you shut up and go to sleep, too. The world always looks better after a good sleep and a couple of heroin hits."
"You're gonna take heroin?" he asks dubiously. I open one eye and look at him.
"I wasn't going to. Why, do you have any with you?"
"No! I'm not as stupid and bad as you!" I laugh at that. He sounds like a little kid.
"Shame. You could use some. Then you'd see what I mean about the world looking better. Anyways, you're keeping me awake. Shut up and sleep already." I close my eye again and shift slightly, wondering if there's anything I could use as a pillow.
"You think I can sleep like this? You might as well make me sleep." I open my eyes again at the invitation. Too good to resist, really. I mean, my ribs still hurt and I'll need a boost to keep the car going. I reach out a hand and touch his arm. Before he can say anything, I've drained as much energy as I need and he's asleep. I close my eyes once more and drift off.