Bloody Mary, chapter 6
That shoe was the only thing that would lead me to her.
That shoe was what I needed.
That bloody shoe meant everything to me at that point.
I had to find her.
I had to.
***
I had no idea where I was.
All I could remember was Mike running after me.
But I never stopped.
I should have though.
He was calling after me.
But I had to be stupid and run away!
I feel...awful.
I never told him what I had been longing to say. I had been wanting to say it ever since he called my name twenty-three years ago. I had wanted to say it when he ran after me and I ran in the alley. I had wanted to say it when he was all alone in that room of bloody mirrors. I had wanted to say it when I took his hand and walked in this dreadful place. I had wanted to tell him after I had explained what this place was. I wanted to tell him oh so badly that,
I loved him.
But I ran away!
I ran away the first night I met him after I had told him my name. I ran away when we were fourteen. I ran away this time. But now I thought I would never see him again, for my worst fear was approaching me.
***
"Mary! Mary! Please! Come out!"
I needed to tell her.
I was dying inside.
But she was already dead.
And it killed me.
I wanted to kill myself in front of a mirror so that we would never be apart again.
But there was no way I could.
I had to get out of this city to find a mirror.
I had to be with her.
But she was gone.
And I wanted her back.
I would be lost forever without her.
I needed to have her back.
There was no other way I could live.
***
"Mary, you came back for me?"
"No! I HATE you! I would NEVER come back for you! I don't even want to be here!"
"Well, you are. And you're gonna stay here with me forever, my love."
"No! NO!" But it was too late. He had done it.
He kissed me.
"Stop! You're the reason I'm dead! I hate you!"
"Listen!" He brought me closer to his face. "You're gonna marry me tomorrow night, whether you like it or not. And you're NOT gonna say ANYTHING to Mike Dirnt about this, or I'll throw you to Reality and you won't be dead, or alive. You'll be GONE! Now, we must get you ready for tomorrow night."
I did not fight. I did not do anything. I just cried as the Ruler's tailor guided me to a room of astounding gowns and dresses. I did not want to be married. Well, I wanted to be married to Mike. I just didn't want to be married to the Ruler of Bloody Death:
Billie Joe Armstrong.
That shoe was what I needed.
That bloody shoe meant everything to me at that point.
I had to find her.
I had to.
***
I had no idea where I was.
All I could remember was Mike running after me.
But I never stopped.
I should have though.
He was calling after me.
But I had to be stupid and run away!
I feel...awful.
I never told him what I had been longing to say. I had been wanting to say it ever since he called my name twenty-three years ago. I had wanted to say it when he ran after me and I ran in the alley. I had wanted to say it when he was all alone in that room of bloody mirrors. I had wanted to say it when I took his hand and walked in this dreadful place. I had wanted to tell him after I had explained what this place was. I wanted to tell him oh so badly that,
I loved him.
But I ran away!
I ran away the first night I met him after I had told him my name. I ran away when we were fourteen. I ran away this time. But now I thought I would never see him again, for my worst fear was approaching me.
***
"Mary! Mary! Please! Come out!"
I needed to tell her.
I was dying inside.
But she was already dead.
And it killed me.
I wanted to kill myself in front of a mirror so that we would never be apart again.
But there was no way I could.
I had to get out of this city to find a mirror.
I had to be with her.
But she was gone.
And I wanted her back.
I would be lost forever without her.
I needed to have her back.
There was no other way I could live.
***
"Mary, you came back for me?"
"No! I HATE you! I would NEVER come back for you! I don't even want to be here!"
"Well, you are. And you're gonna stay here with me forever, my love."
"No! NO!" But it was too late. He had done it.
He kissed me.
"Stop! You're the reason I'm dead! I hate you!"
"Listen!" He brought me closer to his face. "You're gonna marry me tomorrow night, whether you like it or not. And you're NOT gonna say ANYTHING to Mike Dirnt about this, or I'll throw you to Reality and you won't be dead, or alive. You'll be GONE! Now, we must get you ready for tomorrow night."
I did not fight. I did not do anything. I just cried as the Ruler's tailor guided me to a room of astounding gowns and dresses. I did not want to be married. Well, I wanted to be married to Mike. I just didn't want to be married to the Ruler of Bloody Death:
Billie Joe Armstrong.
