Rose, chapter 1
"Why.. Did. You. Do it?" Came a voice, cracking and shivering.
"Mikey Mikey Mikey... You know why I had to do it. You know why." A female voice responded.
"You had to do it... You HAD to do it.." Mike was hunched over, burying his face in his hands.
The female looked up at Mike with disappointment in her yellow green eyes. "Yes, I HAD to do it.. He was an enemy.. --"
"HE WAS MY BEST FRIEND!" Mike looked up his eyes full of rage; realizing what he had said, they once again filled with tears. "He was my best friend."
The woman sat down next to Mike. She wrapped her arm around his shoulders and pulled him close to her, in attempt to comfort the bassist.
"Mike.. I'm sorry.. You don't know how sorry I am. I never wanted to hurt you.. I even warned you... Never get too close. It's hard.. It's something very hard to live by. Not even I can accomplish it. You may not understand right now my reasons; you may not ever understand my reasons... But I assure you... It was for the best."
"I. Don't. Believe. You." Surely set, Mike looked up at her; not going to hear anymore of this, his eyes glistening in the moonlight, even more from being glazed by tears.
"And you don't have to." She frowned looking somewhat hurt, even though she knew this is how Mike would react to her presence. With a nod of understanding, you stood up and walked away, to the horizon, leaving Mike to sit in his sorrows.
Sitting on the frozen cement bench, Mike furrowed his brow lost in thought of all the recent events. He looked up to the Chicago sky, almost as if a que for the rain to fall.
"Wake me up when September ends all-fucking-right." He mumbled to himself.
The rocker stood up, dusted himself off and walked off down a street. He was sure to get himself lost, he wasn't to familiar with the Chicago streets in the day, let alone at 3 in the morning.
Studying the ground below him whilst he walked, a rock met the tip of his shoe as he took a step forward. The rock slid across the ground and stopped, until Mike's shoe caught up again. Mike found a rhythm within kicking the rock.. But with each kick.. Mike's frustration level grew higher.
"Stupid fucking bitch... *kick* murder *kick* stupid Billie *kick* trusting her *kick* life taken *kick* backstabbing sonofabitch *kick* September *kick* wake me up *kick* STUPID FUCKING SONG *kick*"
On the last kick, the rock was long gone and Mike was on his knees.
"Summer has come and past.. The innocent can never last.. Wake me up.. When September ends... " Mike sang out loud in between sobs and sniffles.
"Here comes the rain again.. Falling from the stars... Drenched in my pain again.. Becoming who we are... / STUPID RAIN! I HATE YOU!" The bassist screamed. He laughed, a delusional laugh, the kind of laugh that happens when your losing your mind. " hahaha.. Becoming who we are... Hahhaha... Billie, you made me who I am.. And now your gone.. Gone.. Forever.. Becoming who we are... "
Mike sighed, realizing he was losing it and sat down. He leaned up against a brick wall behind him and rested his head back on it. He let out another sign, trying to calm himself down in case he caused himself a panic attack.
"Breathe Mike... Breathe...." It wasn't working.. He could feel it, he needed to get away... No escape... His breaths became shorter, and he attempted to stand up. His vision was becoming blurry and he pushed his arm out to the wall for support. He tried for one step forward, but misplaced his foot and went crashing to the ground.
"I knew this was going to happen to you." The same female voice from earlier was now at Mike's side once again.
"Mike? Mike, can you hear me? Damn.. He must have passed out already... " She checked his pulse which luckily was still there and now back to a steady rhythm.
"Carrying you is going to be a bitch.." She said, even though she knew he was unconscious.
*
"Wha- Where am I?" Mike's blue eyes opened to see a unfamiliar apartment, while he yawned and scratched his head.
"Glad to see your awake."
Startled, Mike whipped around to see who was talking to him. "Oh, Rose."
"Yep. Are you hungry?"
"You made me breakfast?"
"I'm not that heartless... "
"Never would have guessed.." Mike mumbled. Rose looked up from her skillet of pancake mix glaring at Mike.
"Sit." She demanded. Mike obeyed, and took a seat at the table.
"You aren't going to poison me are you?"
"Do you want food or not? There's a café down the street.. Would you be more comfortable there instead?" She snapped at Mike, hitting her spatula down hard on the counter.
"Sorry... Just.. Yah know... " Mike tried apologizing. Rose glared at him some more and set down a plate full of pancakes in front of him.
"You shouldn't be the one apologizing."
A lump formed in the back of Mike's throat. "Please... Don't bring that up right now."
She ignored him and continued, but on a lighter note. "Surprised you'll still talking to me."
"You saved my life last night."
"I would have been your cause of death."
"You know what? That coffee shop sounds pretty damned good right now." Mike said, getting angered at where their conversation was going. He shoved his chair in, grabbed his coat and headed for the door.
"Good job Mike." Rose said and smiled, still sitting with her arms folded on the table.
Mike turned on his heel to face her once again. "Is your job in life to make my life a living hell?" He said, the door halfway open in his hand.
"Not at all." Rose smiled a fake smile, full of wit, and with that, the door slammed with Mike on the other side of it.
"Mikey Mikey Mikey... You know why I had to do it. You know why." A female voice responded.
"You had to do it... You HAD to do it.." Mike was hunched over, burying his face in his hands.
The female looked up at Mike with disappointment in her yellow green eyes. "Yes, I HAD to do it.. He was an enemy.. --"
"HE WAS MY BEST FRIEND!" Mike looked up his eyes full of rage; realizing what he had said, they once again filled with tears. "He was my best friend."
The woman sat down next to Mike. She wrapped her arm around his shoulders and pulled him close to her, in attempt to comfort the bassist.
"Mike.. I'm sorry.. You don't know how sorry I am. I never wanted to hurt you.. I even warned you... Never get too close. It's hard.. It's something very hard to live by. Not even I can accomplish it. You may not understand right now my reasons; you may not ever understand my reasons... But I assure you... It was for the best."
"I. Don't. Believe. You." Surely set, Mike looked up at her; not going to hear anymore of this, his eyes glistening in the moonlight, even more from being glazed by tears.
"And you don't have to." She frowned looking somewhat hurt, even though she knew this is how Mike would react to her presence. With a nod of understanding, you stood up and walked away, to the horizon, leaving Mike to sit in his sorrows.
Sitting on the frozen cement bench, Mike furrowed his brow lost in thought of all the recent events. He looked up to the Chicago sky, almost as if a que for the rain to fall.
"Wake me up when September ends all-fucking-right." He mumbled to himself.
The rocker stood up, dusted himself off and walked off down a street. He was sure to get himself lost, he wasn't to familiar with the Chicago streets in the day, let alone at 3 in the morning.
Studying the ground below him whilst he walked, a rock met the tip of his shoe as he took a step forward. The rock slid across the ground and stopped, until Mike's shoe caught up again. Mike found a rhythm within kicking the rock.. But with each kick.. Mike's frustration level grew higher.
"Stupid fucking bitch... *kick* murder *kick* stupid Billie *kick* trusting her *kick* life taken *kick* backstabbing sonofabitch *kick* September *kick* wake me up *kick* STUPID FUCKING SONG *kick*"
On the last kick, the rock was long gone and Mike was on his knees.
"Summer has come and past.. The innocent can never last.. Wake me up.. When September ends... " Mike sang out loud in between sobs and sniffles.
"Here comes the rain again.. Falling from the stars... Drenched in my pain again.. Becoming who we are... / STUPID RAIN! I HATE YOU!" The bassist screamed. He laughed, a delusional laugh, the kind of laugh that happens when your losing your mind. " hahaha.. Becoming who we are... Hahhaha... Billie, you made me who I am.. And now your gone.. Gone.. Forever.. Becoming who we are... "
Mike sighed, realizing he was losing it and sat down. He leaned up against a brick wall behind him and rested his head back on it. He let out another sign, trying to calm himself down in case he caused himself a panic attack.
"Breathe Mike... Breathe...." It wasn't working.. He could feel it, he needed to get away... No escape... His breaths became shorter, and he attempted to stand up. His vision was becoming blurry and he pushed his arm out to the wall for support. He tried for one step forward, but misplaced his foot and went crashing to the ground.
"I knew this was going to happen to you." The same female voice from earlier was now at Mike's side once again.
"Mike? Mike, can you hear me? Damn.. He must have passed out already... " She checked his pulse which luckily was still there and now back to a steady rhythm.
"Carrying you is going to be a bitch.." She said, even though she knew he was unconscious.
*
"Wha- Where am I?" Mike's blue eyes opened to see a unfamiliar apartment, while he yawned and scratched his head.
"Glad to see your awake."
Startled, Mike whipped around to see who was talking to him. "Oh, Rose."
"Yep. Are you hungry?"
"You made me breakfast?"
"I'm not that heartless... "
"Never would have guessed.." Mike mumbled. Rose looked up from her skillet of pancake mix glaring at Mike.
"Sit." She demanded. Mike obeyed, and took a seat at the table.
"You aren't going to poison me are you?"
"Do you want food or not? There's a café down the street.. Would you be more comfortable there instead?" She snapped at Mike, hitting her spatula down hard on the counter.
"Sorry... Just.. Yah know... " Mike tried apologizing. Rose glared at him some more and set down a plate full of pancakes in front of him.
"You shouldn't be the one apologizing."
A lump formed in the back of Mike's throat. "Please... Don't bring that up right now."
She ignored him and continued, but on a lighter note. "Surprised you'll still talking to me."
"You saved my life last night."
"I would have been your cause of death."
"You know what? That coffee shop sounds pretty damned good right now." Mike said, getting angered at where their conversation was going. He shoved his chair in, grabbed his coat and headed for the door.
"Good job Mike." Rose said and smiled, still sitting with her arms folded on the table.
Mike turned on his heel to face her once again. "Is your job in life to make my life a living hell?" He said, the door halfway open in his hand.
"Not at all." Rose smiled a fake smile, full of wit, and with that, the door slammed with Mike on the other side of it.
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