A story about Mike, chapter 6
This time they were in someone's hallway.
"Where are we? Whose house is this?"
"A fans." Billie didn't say any more as he walked to a closed door. He pushed it open. Mike gasped. Green Day posters covered every inch of the walls. Most of them were of Mike. He saw himself in hundreds of different shirts and sweaters and situations. It Was quite scary. This person had Green Day bed sheets, Green Day toys and even Green Day curtains! Green Day curtains? That's new! Mike thought. He could see that between small spaces in the posters, the walls were painted green. In a large picture frame, there was autographs, and this person had everyone from Green Day's autographs at least three times.
"This isn't a fan Billie, this is a super fan!" Mike exclaimed.
Billie didn't say a word.
"What's wrong?" Mike asked. Billie was staring past him. Mike turned. At the end of the hall staggering towards them, was a girl of about eighteen. Her face was tear stained. She was wearing a Green Day T-Shirt and black jeans, and she had a bottle of vodka in her hand. It was nearly empty. She had a large butchers knife in her other hand.
"Oh Jesus." Mike said. The girl pushed past them both and sat down on her bed. Tears kept running down her face as she shakily signed a note. She placed it on her bedside table and downed what was left of the vodka.
"Billie, I don't want to watch this." Mike said. He felt physically sick.
"You have to. You caused this."
"No I-"
"Watch!"
He looked to the girl again, who was now holding the knife to her chest. She pulled it back, and was just about to plunge it into herself when Mike couldn't watch any more. He turned away as she stabbed herself over and over again. He heard a small gasp and he turned round again. The girl was lying on her bed, a pool of blood spreading over the faces of Billie Joe, Tré and Mike. She wasn't breathing. He couldn't help it. He threw up. Billie ignored this and picked up the note that the girl had left.
"Read it."
"But-"
"Read it!" He thrust the note into Mike's hand.
Dear mom and dad,
I couldn't live without Green Day and Mike. I'm sorry. I love you and I always will. I'm sure God will understand, and I'll look down on you from heaven. Penny and Heather can get all my Green Day stuff. They loved them too.
I love you, please don't blame yourselves
Love from
Alexis xxx
Billie Joe grabbed his hand.
"Lets go. You don't want to see her parents find her."
As the room darkened, he could hear footsteps and a heart rending scream.
They were in front of the Library again. He sat down on the steps. So did Billie. They sat in silence for a while.
"Was she the only one?" Mike asked.
"No. Twelve other fans will kill themselves, and they'll do it like you will. They'll drink a whole bottle of vodka then stab themselves on their beds."
"But why did they do that?"
"Green Day was their lives. When you died and Green Day wasn't around any more, they felt they had nothing to live for."
"But that's stupid."
"Is it?" He shot Mike a questioning look. "People have killed themselves for less. You nearly did."
Mike realised with a jolt that Billie was right. It seemed so stupid now.
"I'm an idiot." Mike said. "I was going to abandon everyone I loved."
"Your not an idiot Mike. You just went off the rails for a little while." Billie said.
"It never happened to Tré though, did it?"
"MIKE! You asshole!" Billie punched him hard on the arm. He put on his rabbit head again. "I have one more thing to show you. Put on your rabbit head."
"What, what are you going to show me?"
"Your funeral."
"Where are we? Whose house is this?"
"A fans." Billie didn't say any more as he walked to a closed door. He pushed it open. Mike gasped. Green Day posters covered every inch of the walls. Most of them were of Mike. He saw himself in hundreds of different shirts and sweaters and situations. It Was quite scary. This person had Green Day bed sheets, Green Day toys and even Green Day curtains! Green Day curtains? That's new! Mike thought. He could see that between small spaces in the posters, the walls were painted green. In a large picture frame, there was autographs, and this person had everyone from Green Day's autographs at least three times.
"This isn't a fan Billie, this is a super fan!" Mike exclaimed.
Billie didn't say a word.
"What's wrong?" Mike asked. Billie was staring past him. Mike turned. At the end of the hall staggering towards them, was a girl of about eighteen. Her face was tear stained. She was wearing a Green Day T-Shirt and black jeans, and she had a bottle of vodka in her hand. It was nearly empty. She had a large butchers knife in her other hand.
"Oh Jesus." Mike said. The girl pushed past them both and sat down on her bed. Tears kept running down her face as she shakily signed a note. She placed it on her bedside table and downed what was left of the vodka.
"Billie, I don't want to watch this." Mike said. He felt physically sick.
"You have to. You caused this."
"No I-"
"Watch!"
He looked to the girl again, who was now holding the knife to her chest. She pulled it back, and was just about to plunge it into herself when Mike couldn't watch any more. He turned away as she stabbed herself over and over again. He heard a small gasp and he turned round again. The girl was lying on her bed, a pool of blood spreading over the faces of Billie Joe, Tré and Mike. She wasn't breathing. He couldn't help it. He threw up. Billie ignored this and picked up the note that the girl had left.
"Read it."
"But-"
"Read it!" He thrust the note into Mike's hand.
Dear mom and dad,
I couldn't live without Green Day and Mike. I'm sorry. I love you and I always will. I'm sure God will understand, and I'll look down on you from heaven. Penny and Heather can get all my Green Day stuff. They loved them too.
I love you, please don't blame yourselves
Love from
Alexis xxx
Billie Joe grabbed his hand.
"Lets go. You don't want to see her parents find her."
As the room darkened, he could hear footsteps and a heart rending scream.
They were in front of the Library again. He sat down on the steps. So did Billie. They sat in silence for a while.
"Was she the only one?" Mike asked.
"No. Twelve other fans will kill themselves, and they'll do it like you will. They'll drink a whole bottle of vodka then stab themselves on their beds."
"But why did they do that?"
"Green Day was their lives. When you died and Green Day wasn't around any more, they felt they had nothing to live for."
"But that's stupid."
"Is it?" He shot Mike a questioning look. "People have killed themselves for less. You nearly did."
Mike realised with a jolt that Billie was right. It seemed so stupid now.
"I'm an idiot." Mike said. "I was going to abandon everyone I loved."
"Your not an idiot Mike. You just went off the rails for a little while." Billie said.
"It never happened to Tré though, did it?"
"MIKE! You asshole!" Billie punched him hard on the arm. He put on his rabbit head again. "I have one more thing to show you. Put on your rabbit head."
"What, what are you going to show me?"
"Your funeral."
