Bloody Mary, chapter 3
That last time I had seen her was when I was fourteen. From the little bit that I saw, she appeared to be the same age as me. But, how can she be the same age as me? I thought she was...
Dead.
Dead.
Why must death kill us all?
I am dying inside.
For her.
Mary.
And I longed to see her.
And I did.
In 2005....
***
"Mike! Why are you in here? It's pitch black! And it's WAY past your bedtime Mister!"
"Tre, go away."
"Come on Mikey! I'm worried about you!"
"I said GO AWAY!" Tre's smerk faded as he slowly backed out of the washroom. "Ok man. You don't have to scream. It's just a mirror; it's nothing!"
"Nothing?"
"Yes, nothing."
Don't loose it. Just calmly tell him to leave you alone.
"Tre, could you please go away? I need to be alone."
"No! I'm gonna stay here and annoy the crap outta you!" Tre teased, but I didn't see he was joking.
"Tre, GO AWAY AND JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!!!!!" And with that, Tre left. He got out of my bathroom, he got out of my room, he got out of my house, he got out of my yard, he got off my property, and, finally, out of my buisiness. I couldn't take it. Tre just wouldn't stop. Ever since that day in the alley, he hasn't stopped. He pestered me until we were thirty three, well, Tre was thirty two...but he had just then stopped. Thank the lord.
Nothing.
That's what Tre has been saying all these years.
Nothing.
He said that Mary was nothing.
He was terribly wrong.
***
Later that month was band practice. Our tour for our new album, American Idiot, was a month later and we wanted to play our best.
"Oh MIIIIIIIIIKKKKKKEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!! Time for practice! Let's go!" Billie Joe called up the stairs. I could trust Billie with a key, but....not Tre. Never Tre.
"Coming BJ. I just...gotta get my bass..."
But I was standing in front of a mirror, waiting for Mary. I really didn't want to go, but I had to. My career is music, not searching for bloody girls.
But I WANTED to look for bloody girls. Bloody Mary. But I went anyway, breaking my record for looking for Mary in one day. Nineteen hours. Nineteen hours of spinning. Nineteen hours of saying her name. Nineteen hours of wishing. Nineteen hours of hope.
***
When we got to the studio, I looked around at our practice room. There were mirrors everywhere. Everywhere you looked, there was a mirror. I looked down. There were even mirrors on the floor. The entire room was one giant mirror.
Mirrors.
Everywhere.
I heard the sound of Tre pounding on his drums. Are We The Waiting was starting up.
"Are we we are, are we we are the waitin' unknown"
I was waiting.
Waiting for Mary.
"I've been waiting a long time for this moment to come"
I was waiting.
For a long time.
And finally, the moment came.
Dead.
Dead.
Why must death kill us all?
I am dying inside.
For her.
Mary.
And I longed to see her.
And I did.
In 2005....
***
"Mike! Why are you in here? It's pitch black! And it's WAY past your bedtime Mister!"
"Tre, go away."
"Come on Mikey! I'm worried about you!"
"I said GO AWAY!" Tre's smerk faded as he slowly backed out of the washroom. "Ok man. You don't have to scream. It's just a mirror; it's nothing!"
"Nothing?"
"Yes, nothing."
Don't loose it. Just calmly tell him to leave you alone.
"Tre, could you please go away? I need to be alone."
"No! I'm gonna stay here and annoy the crap outta you!" Tre teased, but I didn't see he was joking.
"Tre, GO AWAY AND JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!!!!!" And with that, Tre left. He got out of my bathroom, he got out of my room, he got out of my house, he got out of my yard, he got off my property, and, finally, out of my buisiness. I couldn't take it. Tre just wouldn't stop. Ever since that day in the alley, he hasn't stopped. He pestered me until we were thirty three, well, Tre was thirty two...but he had just then stopped. Thank the lord.
Nothing.
That's what Tre has been saying all these years.
Nothing.
He said that Mary was nothing.
He was terribly wrong.
***
Later that month was band practice. Our tour for our new album, American Idiot, was a month later and we wanted to play our best.
"Oh MIIIIIIIIIKKKKKKEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!! Time for practice! Let's go!" Billie Joe called up the stairs. I could trust Billie with a key, but....not Tre. Never Tre.
"Coming BJ. I just...gotta get my bass..."
But I was standing in front of a mirror, waiting for Mary. I really didn't want to go, but I had to. My career is music, not searching for bloody girls.
But I WANTED to look for bloody girls. Bloody Mary. But I went anyway, breaking my record for looking for Mary in one day. Nineteen hours. Nineteen hours of spinning. Nineteen hours of saying her name. Nineteen hours of wishing. Nineteen hours of hope.
***
When we got to the studio, I looked around at our practice room. There were mirrors everywhere. Everywhere you looked, there was a mirror. I looked down. There were even mirrors on the floor. The entire room was one giant mirror.
Mirrors.
Everywhere.
I heard the sound of Tre pounding on his drums. Are We The Waiting was starting up.
"Are we we are, are we we are the waitin' unknown"
I was waiting.
Waiting for Mary.
"I've been waiting a long time for this moment to come"
I was waiting.
For a long time.
And finally, the moment came.
