Broken Glass Inside My Head, chapter 2
Mike's eyes snapped open and he sat bolt upright in his bed. That's right. He was in his bed. There was nothing to worry about.
He felt his pulse racing and noticed he was drenched in sweat. Salty tears ran down his face. "My God, that was the worst dream I've ever had. Wait. But what was it about?" he whispered hoarsely to himself. Suddenly the terrible memory of it rushed back and flooded his senses. Billie Joe. Swinging back and forth. Body hanging limply from a noose. In the basement of his house.
"Oh my God. What if that actually happened?" His pulse sped even faster as he rushed to get up. He stumbled, his feet caught in the sheets, as he rushed to the phone. He quickly dialed Billie Joe's number and impatiently waited for him to pick up.
Back at Billie Joe's house, he was still fast asleep, being more tired than he had previously realized. He only stirred slightly when the phone rang.
Mike's heart fell when Billie Joe didn't pick up. "Now Mike," he said, reassuring himself, "there must be a perfectly good explanation for why Billie didn't answer the phone." He grabbed his keys and ran to his car in the driveway, not caring that he was half naked, wearing just his boxers. He slammed the key into the ignition and turned it. The car started up and he sped down the street. He was speeding, a good 20 miles per hour above the speed limit, and he knew it. He prayed that this would not be the one time he got pulled over.
Mike pulled into Billie Joe's driveway and didn't bother to park straight. He barely managed to remember to turn the engine off before he stormed inside the house, making use of the key Billie Joe had given him. "Billie Joe?" he yelled out. "Billie? Are you here?"
Mike frantically searched the house, and let out his breath when he saw Billie Joe sleeping on the char with the TV still on, the volume barely audible. Mike sat down on the couch and let his heart rate slow down.
He stared at Billie Joe. He watched his chest going up and down with every breath. He looked so peaceful when he was sleeping. Mike frowned slightly and leaned a bit closer to Billie Joe's sleeping form. He thought he saw something. There was a streak of eyeliner that ran down his cheek from one of his eyes. Had Billie Joe been crying? It must have been something bad. Billie Joe never cried. He always seemed so cheery, so happy just to be alive. Mike thought that maybe he would ask about it later.
He saw Billie Joe twitch and move his arm to rub his eye. "Ahhh, look who's decided to wake up." Billie Joe opened an eye and grinned.
"I shoulda known it was you who disturbed my beauty sleep!" Billie Joe said sleepily and then yawned.
Mike laughed. "Yeah right. Nothing could disturb you! I called you and let the phone ring. Then I came here and yelled asking if you were home! Who thought I'd find you sleeping here? And with cartoons on no less!"
Billie Joe blushed at the remark about the cartoons. "What? It relaxes me!" Then they both laughed. "So, what brought you here anyway?"
Mike thought carefully about his reply for a moment and then said, "You know, I don't really remember. Let's just say I was, uh, lonely."
"Awww, poor little Mikey was lonely and needed the company of one as great as I!" He tried his best at a playful sad face. It lasted for about one second before his grin returned.
Mike noticed the tear streak on his face once more. "Billie, have you been crying? Your eyeliner appears to have run down your face."
Billie Joe's heart leapt when he heard Mike ask that question. He reached up to touch his face and was stunned. Was Mike really going to find out after all this time?
He felt his pulse racing and noticed he was drenched in sweat. Salty tears ran down his face. "My God, that was the worst dream I've ever had. Wait. But what was it about?" he whispered hoarsely to himself. Suddenly the terrible memory of it rushed back and flooded his senses. Billie Joe. Swinging back and forth. Body hanging limply from a noose. In the basement of his house.
"Oh my God. What if that actually happened?" His pulse sped even faster as he rushed to get up. He stumbled, his feet caught in the sheets, as he rushed to the phone. He quickly dialed Billie Joe's number and impatiently waited for him to pick up.
Back at Billie Joe's house, he was still fast asleep, being more tired than he had previously realized. He only stirred slightly when the phone rang.
Mike's heart fell when Billie Joe didn't pick up. "Now Mike," he said, reassuring himself, "there must be a perfectly good explanation for why Billie didn't answer the phone." He grabbed his keys and ran to his car in the driveway, not caring that he was half naked, wearing just his boxers. He slammed the key into the ignition and turned it. The car started up and he sped down the street. He was speeding, a good 20 miles per hour above the speed limit, and he knew it. He prayed that this would not be the one time he got pulled over.
Mike pulled into Billie Joe's driveway and didn't bother to park straight. He barely managed to remember to turn the engine off before he stormed inside the house, making use of the key Billie Joe had given him. "Billie Joe?" he yelled out. "Billie? Are you here?"
Mike frantically searched the house, and let out his breath when he saw Billie Joe sleeping on the char with the TV still on, the volume barely audible. Mike sat down on the couch and let his heart rate slow down.
He stared at Billie Joe. He watched his chest going up and down with every breath. He looked so peaceful when he was sleeping. Mike frowned slightly and leaned a bit closer to Billie Joe's sleeping form. He thought he saw something. There was a streak of eyeliner that ran down his cheek from one of his eyes. Had Billie Joe been crying? It must have been something bad. Billie Joe never cried. He always seemed so cheery, so happy just to be alive. Mike thought that maybe he would ask about it later.
He saw Billie Joe twitch and move his arm to rub his eye. "Ahhh, look who's decided to wake up." Billie Joe opened an eye and grinned.
"I shoulda known it was you who disturbed my beauty sleep!" Billie Joe said sleepily and then yawned.
Mike laughed. "Yeah right. Nothing could disturb you! I called you and let the phone ring. Then I came here and yelled asking if you were home! Who thought I'd find you sleeping here? And with cartoons on no less!"
Billie Joe blushed at the remark about the cartoons. "What? It relaxes me!" Then they both laughed. "So, what brought you here anyway?"
Mike thought carefully about his reply for a moment and then said, "You know, I don't really remember. Let's just say I was, uh, lonely."
"Awww, poor little Mikey was lonely and needed the company of one as great as I!" He tried his best at a playful sad face. It lasted for about one second before his grin returned.
Mike noticed the tear streak on his face once more. "Billie, have you been crying? Your eyeliner appears to have run down your face."
Billie Joe's heart leapt when he heard Mike ask that question. He reached up to touch his face and was stunned. Was Mike really going to find out after all this time?
