Boulevard of Broken Dreams, chapter 12
2 YEARS LATER
There I stood, sweaty and in the spotlight. Over 12, 000 people looking at me, screaming my name, wanting more. It was the first concert of the tour. I was more energized than before, I kinda felt new at this. I hadn't had another scare, since Bob died, and I haven't heard from Adie. I only heard for her mother, calling me to tell me she had dropped the kids off to disappear. So I now have custody of Joseph and Jacob. Rochelle and me, finally hooked back up, and we are planning on getting married. Our wedding is scheduled for next month.
Mike has found himself and girlfriend, and Tre' got married about a year ago, to his longtime girlfriend Tiffany.
I haven't tried to kill myself since that one incident, but I am still on some antidepressant medication, for doctors fearing I may try it again. I don't really talk to Mom that much anymore, she still says all the things she used to, she hasn't changed.
"Warning, live without warning,"
"Welcome to Paradise"
"When masturbation's lost its fun, your fucking crazy"
"I hope you had the time of your life"
I sang the final songs for our concert. I was deafened by the screams of the fans, and the constant scream of my guitar, and the pounding of Tre's drums.
"Guys that show rocked" Our manager yelled. "You guys still have it."
I walked back to the dressing room, followed by Mike and Tre',
Rochelle, who embraced me in a kiss, met me and walked me to the couch were I flopped down to rest my tired body. I leaned my head back and tried to fall asleep, but was awoken by the screams of fans outside the door. I rose up and looked down at my tattooed arms. I could still see that faint scar from my attempted suicide. The pain I used to carry, would come back every time I seen the scar.
"Billie, you OK baby"
"Uh... Yeah I am fine"
"You sure"
"Yeah, I just need a shower" and with that, I got up and went to take a shower and change into some fresh clothes.
The feeling of the warm water hitting my face as I stood in the shower, was remarkable. There is nothing better than a warm shower. Images of everything seemed to flash in my mind: Mom, Dad, waking up, Mike, Tre,' Adie, and Bob. Why was this coming back to me all of a sudden, I was happy for a change?
CREAK I heard the door to the bathroom open slowly.
"Hello; Rochelle, Mike, Tre'; hello"
Nobody answered me; I thought I was loosing my mind, when the shower curtain harshly pulled back.
"Adie," I was shocked, who was standing their looking at me with the "BOB" glare.
There I stood, sweaty and in the spotlight. Over 12, 000 people looking at me, screaming my name, wanting more. It was the first concert of the tour. I was more energized than before, I kinda felt new at this. I hadn't had another scare, since Bob died, and I haven't heard from Adie. I only heard for her mother, calling me to tell me she had dropped the kids off to disappear. So I now have custody of Joseph and Jacob. Rochelle and me, finally hooked back up, and we are planning on getting married. Our wedding is scheduled for next month.
Mike has found himself and girlfriend, and Tre' got married about a year ago, to his longtime girlfriend Tiffany.
I haven't tried to kill myself since that one incident, but I am still on some antidepressant medication, for doctors fearing I may try it again. I don't really talk to Mom that much anymore, she still says all the things she used to, she hasn't changed.
"Warning, live without warning,"
"Welcome to Paradise"
"When masturbation's lost its fun, your fucking crazy"
"I hope you had the time of your life"
I sang the final songs for our concert. I was deafened by the screams of the fans, and the constant scream of my guitar, and the pounding of Tre's drums.
"Guys that show rocked" Our manager yelled. "You guys still have it."
I walked back to the dressing room, followed by Mike and Tre',
Rochelle, who embraced me in a kiss, met me and walked me to the couch were I flopped down to rest my tired body. I leaned my head back and tried to fall asleep, but was awoken by the screams of fans outside the door. I rose up and looked down at my tattooed arms. I could still see that faint scar from my attempted suicide. The pain I used to carry, would come back every time I seen the scar.
"Billie, you OK baby"
"Uh... Yeah I am fine"
"You sure"
"Yeah, I just need a shower" and with that, I got up and went to take a shower and change into some fresh clothes.
The feeling of the warm water hitting my face as I stood in the shower, was remarkable. There is nothing better than a warm shower. Images of everything seemed to flash in my mind: Mom, Dad, waking up, Mike, Tre,' Adie, and Bob. Why was this coming back to me all of a sudden, I was happy for a change?
CREAK I heard the door to the bathroom open slowly.
"Hello; Rochelle, Mike, Tre'; hello"
Nobody answered me; I thought I was loosing my mind, when the shower curtain harshly pulled back.
"Adie," I was shocked, who was standing their looking at me with the "BOB" glare.
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