The End Of Tré Cool?, chapter 7
Everybody stared at the doctor.
"Your friend Michael is alive, but, we're still not sure if he will be fine." said the doctor
"Can we visit him?" asked Joey
"No, not today. But maybe tomorrow." said the doctor and went out
Everybody looked at each other when Adie remembered Jacob.
"I got to call Jacob. Be right back!" she said and ran away to a phone..
Billie Joe looked at his son.
"Joey?"
"Yes dad?"
"Why did you and Mike do this? Please tell me.." said Billie
"Uhmm... When you yelled at me I decided to go to Mike, and when I came in I saw him cut himself with a knife. And I did like him.. I didn't/don't want a life without Mike!" answered Joey and started to cry
"Okay. Thank's for telling me..." said Billie Joe and started to cry too.
"What if he dies dad? What are we going to do if he dies?!" asked Joey desperately
"I don't know Joey..."
Billie Joe woke up at the hospital next day. He was tired. He was always, tired.. Since Tré died was nothing normal. Life was a hell without him. Billie Joe started too think about were he could be right now.
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|TRÉ COOL|: Why didn't they tell me before?! WHY? Now Mike is almost dead too! Why did I kill myself? I was a bit angry on Billie Joe and Mike actually. Why didn't they tell me they loved me before? I started to cry again, that was the only thing I could do. I didn't know where I was, it was just black, black and BLACK! I HATE BLACK! I thought I would come too heaven or hell, but instead I come to a place who is just BLACK! I hate this, I wanna live again!
Well, I talked to Billie Joe 2 days ago and sometimes I can see what they're doing. I can see what Mike, Adrienne, Jacob, Joey, Billie Joe and my family's doing. Yesterday I saw Mike. He had hurt himself. OH MY F*CKING GOD, I HATE THIS PLACE! I'm going crazy, the only things I can do is cry and THINK! I can't say anything. I hate this place! I WANNA LIVE AGAIN!
Oh, I see something again! It's MIKE! Alive! And he's smiling..!
"Your friend Michael is alive, but, we're still not sure if he will be fine." said the doctor
"Can we visit him?" asked Joey
"No, not today. But maybe tomorrow." said the doctor and went out
Everybody looked at each other when Adie remembered Jacob.
"I got to call Jacob. Be right back!" she said and ran away to a phone..
Billie Joe looked at his son.
"Joey?"
"Yes dad?"
"Why did you and Mike do this? Please tell me.." said Billie
"Uhmm... When you yelled at me I decided to go to Mike, and when I came in I saw him cut himself with a knife. And I did like him.. I didn't/don't want a life without Mike!" answered Joey and started to cry
"Okay. Thank's for telling me..." said Billie Joe and started to cry too.
"What if he dies dad? What are we going to do if he dies?!" asked Joey desperately
"I don't know Joey..."
Billie Joe woke up at the hospital next day. He was tired. He was always, tired.. Since Tré died was nothing normal. Life was a hell without him. Billie Joe started too think about were he could be right now.
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|TRÉ COOL|: Why didn't they tell me before?! WHY? Now Mike is almost dead too! Why did I kill myself? I was a bit angry on Billie Joe and Mike actually. Why didn't they tell me they loved me before? I started to cry again, that was the only thing I could do. I didn't know where I was, it was just black, black and BLACK! I HATE BLACK! I thought I would come too heaven or hell, but instead I come to a place who is just BLACK! I hate this, I wanna live again!
Well, I talked to Billie Joe 2 days ago and sometimes I can see what they're doing. I can see what Mike, Adrienne, Jacob, Joey, Billie Joe and my family's doing. Yesterday I saw Mike. He had hurt himself. OH MY F*CKING GOD, I HATE THIS PLACE! I'm going crazy, the only things I can do is cry and THINK! I can't say anything. I hate this place! I WANNA LIVE AGAIN!
Oh, I see something again! It's MIKE! Alive! And he's smiling..!
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