Boulevard of Broken Dreams, chapter 2
I left moms house and started my journey back home, thinking about how much everyone hates me and how much i am a nuisance. "Your the worst stupid mistake I ever made, I never wanted to have you, it was all your dad's fault. He was the one who wanted another kid. NOT ME," those words still rang through my head, peircing my heart each and ever time my brain replayed it. I just wished i could die. When i arrived home I was crying, from thinking about my life: Adrienne, the kids, mom, dad, and Mike and Tre'. I pushed the door open and slammed it shut behind me. I know they seen me, but I don't care no more. I went upstairs to the bathroom and locked myself in.
I eased myself to the floor with the sharp razor in my hand. "Everyone's going to be happy now." I repeated over and over to myself. "I can't take it anymore, no friends, no family, and what kind of life is it when you cry yourself to sleep everynight."
I began to cry harder as I moved the razor closer to my wrist, with full intentions of using it. When the razor first entered the skin, the sweet feeling of pain overtook me. "I am going to bleed out all my pain, " I tought to myself once the blood finally started pouring. I smiled and laid back against the bathtub, waiting to die.
Mike's P.O.V.
"I am really worried about Billie, he has been taking the whole thing with Adie and the kids pretty hard and his mom isn't helping matters." "Yea me too," Tre' added, "Maybe we should go talk to him, he went into the bathroom I think."
(Knock, Knock) "Billie it's just us, we want to talk to you." I said. I began to worry once he didn't answer me. "Billie," I repeated myself only louder, "It's just us and we want to talk to you." Still no answer. I tryed to turn the knob and it was locked. "Billie, open the door," Tre' yelled. Still no response. "Move back, I'm kicking it open," I warned. I raised me leg, and kicked with all my might. Luckily, the first time was a charm, the door flung open. I looked around frantically. Finally seen him, covered in blood and proped up against the bathtub. I ran over to him and dropped to my knees. "Billie," I yelled as I searched for a pulse. He had one, but barely. I had to find something to use as a torniquite, and fast. "Tre', get me a towel!" I demanded. I needed that to apply pressure. I had seen the untied tie on Billie's neck when I thought to myself to use it. It would be worth a try. I tied the tie, very tight around Billie's forearm, I was slowing down the blood seepage, when Tre' returned with the towel. I then began to apply pressure.
I eased myself to the floor with the sharp razor in my hand. "Everyone's going to be happy now." I repeated over and over to myself. "I can't take it anymore, no friends, no family, and what kind of life is it when you cry yourself to sleep everynight."
I began to cry harder as I moved the razor closer to my wrist, with full intentions of using it. When the razor first entered the skin, the sweet feeling of pain overtook me. "I am going to bleed out all my pain, " I tought to myself once the blood finally started pouring. I smiled and laid back against the bathtub, waiting to die.
Mike's P.O.V.
"I am really worried about Billie, he has been taking the whole thing with Adie and the kids pretty hard and his mom isn't helping matters." "Yea me too," Tre' added, "Maybe we should go talk to him, he went into the bathroom I think."
(Knock, Knock) "Billie it's just us, we want to talk to you." I said. I began to worry once he didn't answer me. "Billie," I repeated myself only louder, "It's just us and we want to talk to you." Still no answer. I tryed to turn the knob and it was locked. "Billie, open the door," Tre' yelled. Still no response. "Move back, I'm kicking it open," I warned. I raised me leg, and kicked with all my might. Luckily, the first time was a charm, the door flung open. I looked around frantically. Finally seen him, covered in blood and proped up against the bathtub. I ran over to him and dropped to my knees. "Billie," I yelled as I searched for a pulse. He had one, but barely. I had to find something to use as a torniquite, and fast. "Tre', get me a towel!" I demanded. I needed that to apply pressure. I had seen the untied tie on Billie's neck when I thought to myself to use it. It would be worth a try. I tied the tie, very tight around Billie's forearm, I was slowing down the blood seepage, when Tre' returned with the towel. I then began to apply pressure.
