Lost, chapter 10
Tre's point of view:
I saw a flash of Mike as he ran out of Billie Joe's room sobbing. I got up and followed him. He rushed into the bathroom and slammed the door in my face.
"Mike!" I said when It almost hit me.
"Oh, sorry.. Didn't know you were behind me." He said as he opened the door. "Now can I close the door?" Mike asked.
"No Mikey.. Come on.. Come to the living room with me and we will talk about it." I motioned for him to come out. Slowly he did. When he got fully out, he snatched me into a hug and cried.
"I *sniff* Didn't mean *sniff* for it to be *sniff* like this.. *sniff* Tre, I feel *sniff* aw.. Aww. Awwfull!" He managed to say and then completely broke down.
"TRE!" I heard coming from upstairs.
"Hold on Billie Joe, I'll come up in a minute." I yelled back up the stairs. I turned to Mike, "Mike, It's okay. Just hold on and I'll be right back." I told him and patted him on the back.
"Billie Joe?" I looked around the room for Billie Joe, I couldn't find him. I walked over to the closet and pulled open the door. "Billie Joe. What are you doing, are you okay?" There was Billie Joe shaking in his closet with the blanket pulled over the top of him.
"T-t-tre... T-t-th-things are getting weird.. I-I-I don't understand... What's g-g-oing on? I keep getting headaches and I-I feel like I'm going to pass out.. L-L-Look at me.. I'm ssshaking so muchh. --" Just then Mike appeared in the doorway, his eyes red from crying and he was trembling like Billie Joe. Mike took one look in and ran.
"Hold on Billie Joe, I'll be right back." Billie Joe took hold on my hand.
"TTTre! It It hurts... Soo bad! Tre!" He stuttered and let my hand slip away from his.
"Mike! Mike come back! It's ok! It's not your fault!"
Mike appeared at the hallway entance with a smirk on his face, he began to laugh. "Tre, don't you understand. Everything is my fault. It's my fault that he met that girl. If I hadn't started talking to her so much than Billie Joe would have never met her. Billie Joe would have never been through so much pain! TRE ITS ALL MY FAULT!" Mike pulled his hands out from behind his back and he was holding a gun.
"Mike, put that down, come on.. You know this isn't what anyone wanted." I tried to persuade him to put down the gun.
We both heard a crash behind us and saw Billie Joe lying on the ground surrounded in his blanket. He looked up with such a fear in his eye, he started backing up screaming at Mike. I was toning everything out but then realized something and turned around fast enough to get whiplash. Mike was pointing the gun at Billie Joe. It was all slow motion from there.
I saw a flash of Mike as he ran out of Billie Joe's room sobbing. I got up and followed him. He rushed into the bathroom and slammed the door in my face.
"Mike!" I said when It almost hit me.
"Oh, sorry.. Didn't know you were behind me." He said as he opened the door. "Now can I close the door?" Mike asked.
"No Mikey.. Come on.. Come to the living room with me and we will talk about it." I motioned for him to come out. Slowly he did. When he got fully out, he snatched me into a hug and cried.
"I *sniff* Didn't mean *sniff* for it to be *sniff* like this.. *sniff* Tre, I feel *sniff* aw.. Aww. Awwfull!" He managed to say and then completely broke down.
"TRE!" I heard coming from upstairs.
"Hold on Billie Joe, I'll come up in a minute." I yelled back up the stairs. I turned to Mike, "Mike, It's okay. Just hold on and I'll be right back." I told him and patted him on the back.
"Billie Joe?" I looked around the room for Billie Joe, I couldn't find him. I walked over to the closet and pulled open the door. "Billie Joe. What are you doing, are you okay?" There was Billie Joe shaking in his closet with the blanket pulled over the top of him.
"T-t-tre... T-t-th-things are getting weird.. I-I-I don't understand... What's g-g-oing on? I keep getting headaches and I-I feel like I'm going to pass out.. L-L-Look at me.. I'm ssshaking so muchh. --" Just then Mike appeared in the doorway, his eyes red from crying and he was trembling like Billie Joe. Mike took one look in and ran.
"Hold on Billie Joe, I'll be right back." Billie Joe took hold on my hand.
"TTTre! It It hurts... Soo bad! Tre!" He stuttered and let my hand slip away from his.
"Mike! Mike come back! It's ok! It's not your fault!"
Mike appeared at the hallway entance with a smirk on his face, he began to laugh. "Tre, don't you understand. Everything is my fault. It's my fault that he met that girl. If I hadn't started talking to her so much than Billie Joe would have never met her. Billie Joe would have never been through so much pain! TRE ITS ALL MY FAULT!" Mike pulled his hands out from behind his back and he was holding a gun.
"Mike, put that down, come on.. You know this isn't what anyone wanted." I tried to persuade him to put down the gun.
We both heard a crash behind us and saw Billie Joe lying on the ground surrounded in his blanket. He looked up with such a fear in his eye, he started backing up screaming at Mike. I was toning everything out but then realized something and turned around fast enough to get whiplash. Mike was pointing the gun at Billie Joe. It was all slow motion from there.
