The Summer I Got A Life, chapter 14
I finally opened my eyes in what seemed like hours later. I looked over at the clock on my nightstand and saw that I had only been in my state of unconciousness for twenty minutes.
When I moved my eyes away from the clock, suddenly noticed that my guitar, Johnny, was gone. At that moment, I tried to leap out of my bed. The only problem was that I was a bit slow on my feet at this moment, so instead of getting across the room where I wanted, I crashed to the floor.
The entire bus seemed to vibrate and spin when I hit the floor. I felt as cold as ice on this hot summer day and chills ran up and down my entire body. I heard footsteps coming down the hall; I guess someone had heard me fall onto the ground. My door opened just a crack then, and I heard Billie Joe's concerned voice say, "Are you okay, Kim?"
"Yeah", I replied as he entered my room with a mug of something steaming. Seeing as I was still laying on the floor, I hoisted myself up and and plopped down on my bed. Billie sat down on the edge of my bed. "I think you're sick. I came looking for you a few mintues ago and I saw that you were laying on your bed and not moving. I put your guitar back in the case and felt your forehead, and you're pretty hot".
"Oh, so that's what happened to Johnny? I thought Tre might have taken him for a joke or something", I said.
"What? Who's Johnny?" asked Billie.
"My guitar. I named him after Johnny Ramone. I got the naming guitars thing from you with the whole naming Blue thing", I told him.
"Clever", Billie said with a smile.
"Well, thanks for putting him in the case so he doesn't get hurt", I thanked Billie, to which he said, "I brought you some tea", pointing at the mug in his hand.
That didn't really have to do with Johnny the guitar, but oh well. "Thanks for the tea. So, how's everything going?" I asked.
"Well I can't say it's been easy", he said, exasperated.
"Listen", I said to him, "you don't have to take care of me just because I'm sick. You already have enough on your mind".
"It's no problem, though. You are sick, and I do want you to get better soon. Besides, talking to you helps keep my mind off of things, even if it is for a few minutes", Billie said.
"You're the greatest", I told him.
"I know", Billie said back to me. Then his cell phone rang. "I have to take this", Billie sighed as he exited my room. "By the way, scream if you need anything", he added.
The second I heard Billie stroll down the hall talking on his phone, I got up and went to my suitcase and dug around in it until I found a small, lavender-colored book with the initials K.C.T. in silver glitter on the cover.
I curled up under the sheets and blanket and held the book for a moment. I felt a bit guilty for not showing the book to Billie Joe, but I only let two people look at the book and they were me and Mary. I'd show it to him someday, I thought to myself.
This book was not a normal one. For starters, the initials K.C.T. were my initials, Kimberly Christine Thompson, and I don't know of many other books that would have my initials on it. And secondly, the book was not one with words that told a story. Pictures told the story. It was a photo album.
I opened it up to the first page and stared vacantly at the picture of my mother holding me as a baby for a few seconds. I soon started to turn the pages, skimming and scamming the photographs of birthdays, vacations, and holidays.
And then, about a quarter of the way through the photo album, the pictures including my mother began to vanish until no pictures left of her. I had stopped crying about this long ago, but even still, my eyes began to sting. Although Mary and my father had been so wonderful to me throughout my life, I always imagined what my life would be like if I still had my mother.
When I moved my eyes away from the clock, suddenly noticed that my guitar, Johnny, was gone. At that moment, I tried to leap out of my bed. The only problem was that I was a bit slow on my feet at this moment, so instead of getting across the room where I wanted, I crashed to the floor.
The entire bus seemed to vibrate and spin when I hit the floor. I felt as cold as ice on this hot summer day and chills ran up and down my entire body. I heard footsteps coming down the hall; I guess someone had heard me fall onto the ground. My door opened just a crack then, and I heard Billie Joe's concerned voice say, "Are you okay, Kim?"
"Yeah", I replied as he entered my room with a mug of something steaming. Seeing as I was still laying on the floor, I hoisted myself up and and plopped down on my bed. Billie sat down on the edge of my bed. "I think you're sick. I came looking for you a few mintues ago and I saw that you were laying on your bed and not moving. I put your guitar back in the case and felt your forehead, and you're pretty hot".
"Oh, so that's what happened to Johnny? I thought Tre might have taken him for a joke or something", I said.
"What? Who's Johnny?" asked Billie.
"My guitar. I named him after Johnny Ramone. I got the naming guitars thing from you with the whole naming Blue thing", I told him.
"Clever", Billie said with a smile.
"Well, thanks for putting him in the case so he doesn't get hurt", I thanked Billie, to which he said, "I brought you some tea", pointing at the mug in his hand.
That didn't really have to do with Johnny the guitar, but oh well. "Thanks for the tea. So, how's everything going?" I asked.
"Well I can't say it's been easy", he said, exasperated.
"Listen", I said to him, "you don't have to take care of me just because I'm sick. You already have enough on your mind".
"It's no problem, though. You are sick, and I do want you to get better soon. Besides, talking to you helps keep my mind off of things, even if it is for a few minutes", Billie said.
"You're the greatest", I told him.
"I know", Billie said back to me. Then his cell phone rang. "I have to take this", Billie sighed as he exited my room. "By the way, scream if you need anything", he added.
The second I heard Billie stroll down the hall talking on his phone, I got up and went to my suitcase and dug around in it until I found a small, lavender-colored book with the initials K.C.T. in silver glitter on the cover.
I curled up under the sheets and blanket and held the book for a moment. I felt a bit guilty for not showing the book to Billie Joe, but I only let two people look at the book and they were me and Mary. I'd show it to him someday, I thought to myself.
This book was not a normal one. For starters, the initials K.C.T. were my initials, Kimberly Christine Thompson, and I don't know of many other books that would have my initials on it. And secondly, the book was not one with words that told a story. Pictures told the story. It was a photo album.
I opened it up to the first page and stared vacantly at the picture of my mother holding me as a baby for a few seconds. I soon started to turn the pages, skimming and scamming the photographs of birthdays, vacations, and holidays.
And then, about a quarter of the way through the photo album, the pictures including my mother began to vanish until no pictures left of her. I had stopped crying about this long ago, but even still, my eyes began to sting. Although Mary and my father had been so wonderful to me throughout my life, I always imagined what my life would be like if I still had my mother.
