Dream On, chapter 3
School. The usual barrage of taunts directed at them. Billie Joe winced painfully at each one. It's always like this. It's because they're... Different. Mike and Tré always manage to hold their heads high. Billie Joe wonders how. It's just too hard for him. He can't take it as well as they can. He never could. Suddenly a new taunt comes, from a hulking jock standing in a group with his friends.
"Hey you!" Billie Joe looks up.
"Yeah, you! Is it true you have AIDS? We all know you're a fag." Mike's head jerks up sharply, eyes alight with rage.
"What did you just say?" The jock and all his friends laugh.
"You heard." He said. Mike stepped towards him.
"You want to watch who you're saying that to." He growled.
"Do I?" The jock laughed.
"Says who? You? The orphan?" Mike swung a punch at him. The jock ducked, making Mike hit the wall. The group laughed.
"Mike," Tré said. "Mike, maybe you shouldn't-" He was interrupted by a sharp scream from a girl as Mike hit one of the bastard's friends.
"That's it." The guy said, pulling a flick knife. In an instant he had swooped and pushed it between Mike's ribs before he had a chance to react. There were more screams from people in the hall. The jock and his friends ran as Mike fell to the ground, clutching the knife in his side, fingers clawing at it. Billie Joe and Tré fell to their knees beside him as Tré whipped out his phone and dialed 911.
"Oh God, oh shit, Mike. You're gonna be okay Mike, you're gonna be okay. Please be okay." He sobbed. Mike's eyelids fluttered dimly in response.
"Hey you!" Billie Joe looks up.
"Yeah, you! Is it true you have AIDS? We all know you're a fag." Mike's head jerks up sharply, eyes alight with rage.
"What did you just say?" The jock and all his friends laugh.
"You heard." He said. Mike stepped towards him.
"You want to watch who you're saying that to." He growled.
"Do I?" The jock laughed.
"Says who? You? The orphan?" Mike swung a punch at him. The jock ducked, making Mike hit the wall. The group laughed.
"Mike," Tré said. "Mike, maybe you shouldn't-" He was interrupted by a sharp scream from a girl as Mike hit one of the bastard's friends.
"That's it." The guy said, pulling a flick knife. In an instant he had swooped and pushed it between Mike's ribs before he had a chance to react. There were more screams from people in the hall. The jock and his friends ran as Mike fell to the ground, clutching the knife in his side, fingers clawing at it. Billie Joe and Tré fell to their knees beside him as Tré whipped out his phone and dialed 911.
"Oh God, oh shit, Mike. You're gonna be okay Mike, you're gonna be okay. Please be okay." He sobbed. Mike's eyelids fluttered dimly in response.
