Boulevard of Broken Dreams, chapter 9
Mikes P.O.V.
Billie got released from the hospital today. The doctor said he should recover both mentally and physically. We haven't heard anything from Bob or Adie yet. He has been very depressed lately I think maybe it is, because of Adie. He still loves her, but it really hurt him knowing that, his wife would do such a thing to him. He has been writing many songs, describing how he feels. I guess that way is better than him taking it out on his body like before. He now seems more appreciative of life, after his experience, even though he occasionally locks himself in his room. When he does that you hear a combination of many sounds, everything from glass breaking, to screams, to new, angry guitar licks.
2 days later
"Billie, we gotta talk." I asked obviously concerned for him.
"There is nothing to talk about"
"Of course there are, how about the fact that sense you got home, for some reason you keep avoiding me and Tre."
"AVOIDING, how can I be avoiding you guys when you two are the only people I see anymore."
"Well, you shouldn't be mad at us, we tried you, we called you constantly. We were really worried about you."
He just gazed into the unknown pretending no to here me. Billie was my best friend, and he knew that. I was just concerned for him, I really, don't mean to upset him. But sometimes, I guess you just have to.
BILLIES P.O.V.
Mike keeps telling me how worried he and Tre' was about me, and how I shouldn't avoid them. But, I couldn't help it. I could barely bare to show my face around them. First I was trying to kill myself, and then I was kidnapped. Not only that I was too afraid. When I was in the hospital telling them about Bob and the other guy, they exchanged weird looks before finally telling me the next day that they only found one guy and his name was Alex Morrison. Ever since they told me that I have feared for my life, everyday, fearing that Bob would come back to kill me. But it had been nearly a week since I escaped, Mike told me the chances of him coming back were very slim, but I doubt that.
LATER THAT NIGHT
It was 2:30 and I was having trouble sleeping, as usual. I tossed and turned in the bed, trying to find a comfortable position, to send me to a land that I feared. If nights were good I wouldn't sleep, but if they were bad I would fall asleep only to dream about Bob's face, with a smirk on it and him coming after me with a knife.
"Click," I heard a noise coming from the window. I sat up and turned facing it...nothing...
I know I may be crazy but not that crazy. I know I heard something. I got up and eased my way to the window looking down, seeing Bob looking up at me with that smirk in his eye that haunted my dreams. I turned and ran for the phone I picked it up and dialed 911, while running through house to find Mike and Tre'.
"911, what's your Emergency."
"Help me, I am Billie Joe Armstrong, and the man that kidnapped me is outside my house."
"Ok, Mr. Armstrong, we need you to go and lock yourself in your bathroom. We know your address and we are going to send to police, just hang tight."
I hung up as I nearly busted down the door to Mikes room.
"Mike, wake up." I yelled
He darted up, "What... What is it Billie"
"Bob," I said between breaths. HE is outside. Oh great another panic attack was coming on me.
"What, have you called the police."?
"Yeah they are on their way"
"Ok, lets get Tre' and hid in the bathroom" He said as He got out of bed and went to his dresser and pulled a gun.
I was kinda taken aside by the fact he had a gun and I didn't know. He turned his head and seen me looking at him with a scared glare.
"What, I bought it just in case, that bastard came back."
I took a deep breath as he walked passed me to get Tre. I stood there in shock as I heard a loud thud and Tre yelling. I went to the bathroom only to meet by a man standing there that wasn't Mike or Tre.
Billie got released from the hospital today. The doctor said he should recover both mentally and physically. We haven't heard anything from Bob or Adie yet. He has been very depressed lately I think maybe it is, because of Adie. He still loves her, but it really hurt him knowing that, his wife would do such a thing to him. He has been writing many songs, describing how he feels. I guess that way is better than him taking it out on his body like before. He now seems more appreciative of life, after his experience, even though he occasionally locks himself in his room. When he does that you hear a combination of many sounds, everything from glass breaking, to screams, to new, angry guitar licks.
2 days later
"Billie, we gotta talk." I asked obviously concerned for him.
"There is nothing to talk about"
"Of course there are, how about the fact that sense you got home, for some reason you keep avoiding me and Tre."
"AVOIDING, how can I be avoiding you guys when you two are the only people I see anymore."
"Well, you shouldn't be mad at us, we tried you, we called you constantly. We were really worried about you."
He just gazed into the unknown pretending no to here me. Billie was my best friend, and he knew that. I was just concerned for him, I really, don't mean to upset him. But sometimes, I guess you just have to.
BILLIES P.O.V.
Mike keeps telling me how worried he and Tre' was about me, and how I shouldn't avoid them. But, I couldn't help it. I could barely bare to show my face around them. First I was trying to kill myself, and then I was kidnapped. Not only that I was too afraid. When I was in the hospital telling them about Bob and the other guy, they exchanged weird looks before finally telling me the next day that they only found one guy and his name was Alex Morrison. Ever since they told me that I have feared for my life, everyday, fearing that Bob would come back to kill me. But it had been nearly a week since I escaped, Mike told me the chances of him coming back were very slim, but I doubt that.
LATER THAT NIGHT
It was 2:30 and I was having trouble sleeping, as usual. I tossed and turned in the bed, trying to find a comfortable position, to send me to a land that I feared. If nights were good I wouldn't sleep, but if they were bad I would fall asleep only to dream about Bob's face, with a smirk on it and him coming after me with a knife.
"Click," I heard a noise coming from the window. I sat up and turned facing it...nothing...
I know I may be crazy but not that crazy. I know I heard something. I got up and eased my way to the window looking down, seeing Bob looking up at me with that smirk in his eye that haunted my dreams. I turned and ran for the phone I picked it up and dialed 911, while running through house to find Mike and Tre'.
"911, what's your Emergency."
"Help me, I am Billie Joe Armstrong, and the man that kidnapped me is outside my house."
"Ok, Mr. Armstrong, we need you to go and lock yourself in your bathroom. We know your address and we are going to send to police, just hang tight."
I hung up as I nearly busted down the door to Mikes room.
"Mike, wake up." I yelled
He darted up, "What... What is it Billie"
"Bob," I said between breaths. HE is outside. Oh great another panic attack was coming on me.
"What, have you called the police."?
"Yeah they are on their way"
"Ok, lets get Tre' and hid in the bathroom" He said as He got out of bed and went to his dresser and pulled a gun.
I was kinda taken aside by the fact he had a gun and I didn't know. He turned his head and seen me looking at him with a scared glare.
"What, I bought it just in case, that bastard came back."
I took a deep breath as he walked passed me to get Tre. I stood there in shock as I heard a loud thud and Tre yelling. I went to the bathroom only to meet by a man standing there that wasn't Mike or Tre.
