Twisted Lives of the Strong Minded, chapter 1
Same boring routine, same boring place, same fucking boring people. I come, I clean glasses a lot, and I go. its the only way I can earn money, cause it's hardly like well paid jobs have gaping holes with sign above them saying "if your 16, from another country and live on your own, stick your ass here!!!", so I do bar work, Jesus, I might as well call it fucking slavery! But there we go, I'm just a 'mad depressed girl with nothing going in her life' I quote my manager, Holly there.
"AMY!!!"
"WHAT!!"
"Get your ass on the bar and put down that damn glass! We're short on staff and this bands bringing in more than ever!"
Oh the wonder that is Holly and her massive mouth. I put down the glass and cloth, and pulled the sleeves of my thin black hoodie down, to hide the deep scratches from public view
"Coming!" I yelled, and then muttered "asshole" to myself as I opened the grimy brown door to my left, jerking back slightly as the music blared louder in my ear. I did my job some more, this time slightly enjoying it as I got to listen to the music. The band was great, I didn't know the name but I knew they were fresh out of Gilman Street, and had a record deal with a record company called Lookout! Records. See? I know the useless crap that no-one cares about, but I don't know the name.
"You look like you're having fun,"
I turned round to see a man about 17/18, with spiky brown hair smiling at me
"You could say that" or you could say I hated the damn place but I'm not allowed to OPOD
"Ha ha, can I buy you a drink?"
"I shouldn't really, I'm on my shift which finishes officially in about....6 seconds, but cause it's so busy I'll probably stay till 1 or 2-ish"
"How nice, I might buy you one when you get off you shift then, if I have any money left and am not to drunk"
I laughed, he was funny. He turned back to his drink, but even after he'd finished it, he didn't order another or leave, which caused Holly to give him the evils.
"Amy! tell him to leave or order something, then get to the back room"
"Fine..." I walked over to him and whispered "please order something or the nice lady scowling at you will throw you out by the hair in your nose"
He smiled and ordered another JD and Coke, which I got him, then went into the back room with Holly, knowing what she had in the bag she kept on her wrist, even when she was cleaning, hence the discoloration. She shoved me through the door into a small almost empty room, save a few stains and general crap and litter.
"Sit down"
I accidentally sat on a smashed bottle, which stuck through my jeans and made me cry out.
"Make a sound and I'll break your neck!" she said menacingly, getting the kitchen knife out of her bag and smacking me round the face. She tugged at my wrist with the scars on, causing me to wince and pull back
"Give me your wrist bitch!"
She yanked again, and this time I gave in, because I knew it would hurt a lot more by the time the evening was done. She dug the tip of the blade down into my wrist until she felt it touch bone. I didn't cry. She pulled it out and stabbed it in again, harder this time, and I heard a sickening crack as my wrist bone shattered. I still didn't cry, but I was nearly passing out with the pain.
"Now remember, you fell onto some glass didn't you?"
I nodded, not trusting myself to speak
"Good"
She threw me back onto the floor and I was out cold.
*No ones POV*
As the band packed up, they kept nearly dropping everything, as they were all wasted and tired.
"Mike, drop that and I will kill you, Tré puked on the last amp remember, so now we only have that one and we can't afford another"
Mike put the amp down with a thump
"there is no way we're gonna be able take this all out to the van, Tré is just about passed out... " thump "... ok, make that HAS passed out, and personally, I don't fancy dragging all this shit 3 streets jus coz we couldn't find a goddamn parking space!"
"I know how you feel... hey do you think they'll let us use the back room to store this lot in"
"What if someone nicks it?"
"We'll stay in as well, we've got blankets and stuff in the van, so if you go get them and I'll shove all this in the back room"
"Fine, help me take this amp through though; I don't think it's possible for 1 person to carry an amp by themselves"
They picked up the amp and shuffled towards the back room, kicking various doors open as they passed through. The door was quite narrow so they went through it one at a time, Mike going in backwards and first. When Billie got a decent look at the room, he nearly dropped the amp.
"Shit! Mike, put the amp down"
"What? Why?"
"Look, jus do it! Then call an ambulance!"
"WH... "
"DON'T ASK, DO!"
When the amp was down, Billie Joe ran over to the girl lying on the floor, blood pouring from her wrist and head
*Billie Joes POV*
Shit! Was she ok? She was bleeding from her head and her wrist. I wondered if she did it to herself, but I couldn't just leave her there, I turned round to see if Mike was calling an ambulance, he was, good. I looked back down at the girl, she was familiar... I remember, I saw her behind the bar near the end of our mini gig thing, she hadn't looked happy, and she kept glancing back at the woman who asked us to come. I remember when she came to see us after one of our shows, she kept flirting with me and Mike, which pissed Tré off, and she seemed too... I dunno, fake. Like she was Barbie personified, which is a really scary thought.
*The next day at the hospital, Amy's POV*
Urgh god my head... where am I? I know what happened last night, it happened every night for Jesus' sake! But normally I just woke up where I was left and started work again, unless Holly wasn't there, in which case I got the day off. I heard the door open, and someone with green hair walked in. I say someone coz I couldn't make anything else out about them apart from their hair.
"Hey Billie! She's awake!"
"Huh? Is she? Lemme see... "
The door opened again and someone, probably Billie, walked in.
"Wow she is! Are you okay? Stupid question really"
By now I could see alright, and saw they were both male (duh) and both had dyed hair, Billie blue and the other one green.
"Yes I'm fine, who are you, where am I, why am I here, and how did you find me?"
"Good, I'm Billie Joe and that is Tré, your in hospital, you were hurt, and we were putting the stuff away from our gig and we found you in the back room. My turn for the questions, what's your name, why were you in the back room, and did you do that to yourself"
He pointed at my wrist, and when I looked I saw it was heavily bandaged.
"Hi Billie Joe and Tré, ok I know, oh okay, Amy, because I was told to, and no"
"Look can you stop doing this? It's giving me a headache!"
"Tré, I think the last time you used your brain it felt violated and cheap and became a nun"
"Oh ha, so funny!"
While they were arguing, I just looked at them. They reminded me of me and one of my friends in the UK, skinny melon. We always had weird little arguments like this, and I always thought it was funny. I smiled at them, then realized that I hadn't smiled in, what, 3months? I felt so weird, a totally alien feeling.
"Aww fuck" I croaked
"What? Does something hurt? Should I get you a doctor?"
"No I'm fine; I just need a fucking drink! Anything... ow my throat"
"m'kay, wait here"
"Well it's not like I'm going to go anywhere is it?"
"Stop being a smartass"
"Just pointing out the obvious"
Billie Joe didn't hear me though, as he was already halfway down the hallway. I stuck my tongue at his back.
"Be nice, he's the only reason you're here"
"Huh?"
"He found you and wouldn't say anything to anyone apart from 'call 911' and that sort of thing, he's hardly left your side since you came in"
The door opened for the third (but not final) time, and someone else walked in.
"Hey hey Mikey! Look, she's awake and she's called Amy!"
He walked over and held out his hand for me to shake, which I did
"Hi I'm Mike, 'snice to meet ya"
"I'm Amy, like Tré said, nice to meet you to"
"Have you met Billie Joe yet? I just saw him actually, he looked a bit pissed but I can probably ask Tré about that one"
"Hey! Why do people always assume it was me?! If anything it was Amy!"
"Wow, really, what did you do?" he looked at me
"I don't know, he went to get me a drink coz he's so nice, and he told me not to go anywhere and I said that it wasn't like I was going anywhere, and he said I was a smartass and walked off!"
"Oh yay she says I'm nice!"
I turned round and saw Billie Joe standing in the doorway with a drink, smiling
"How long have you been there?"
"Long enough to hear 'coz he's so nice'"
"Oh charming, how do ya know I wasn't being ironic?"
"Do you want this drink or not?"
"Yes! Okay, I wasn't being ironic, you are very nice! Now gimme!"
He gave me the drink and I drank it all without pausing for breath
"Not too thirsty then?"
"Not a bit!"
*Mikes POV*
Billie likes her I can tell, might as well give them some alone time. I kicked Tré to get his attention and jerked my head towards the door.
"I need the loo; I'll be back in a sec"
"Uh yeah me to"
I wished he hadn't said that, now it looks like we're gay or something. Aw well
*Billies POV*
Oh great, they're leaving me alone with her. Aloney all on my owney.
"So... "
...
*Amy's POV*
Aww fuck this is embarrassing! I had no idea what to say.
"What happened?"
"What?"
"When I found you, you were bleeding"
"Why does it matter to you?"
"Because it does! I fucking saved your life! You could be a bit grateful!"
"You didn't save my life! That had happened to me before and I was fine then!"
After that he walked out. I don't know why, but after he had gone I just burst into tears. I turned over and cried into my pillow, and when I heard Mike and Tré come back I just told them to fuck off.
"AMY!!!"
"WHAT!!"
"Get your ass on the bar and put down that damn glass! We're short on staff and this bands bringing in more than ever!"
Oh the wonder that is Holly and her massive mouth. I put down the glass and cloth, and pulled the sleeves of my thin black hoodie down, to hide the deep scratches from public view
"Coming!" I yelled, and then muttered "asshole" to myself as I opened the grimy brown door to my left, jerking back slightly as the music blared louder in my ear. I did my job some more, this time slightly enjoying it as I got to listen to the music. The band was great, I didn't know the name but I knew they were fresh out of Gilman Street, and had a record deal with a record company called Lookout! Records. See? I know the useless crap that no-one cares about, but I don't know the name.
"You look like you're having fun,"
I turned round to see a man about 17/18, with spiky brown hair smiling at me
"You could say that" or you could say I hated the damn place but I'm not allowed to OPOD
"Ha ha, can I buy you a drink?"
"I shouldn't really, I'm on my shift which finishes officially in about....6 seconds, but cause it's so busy I'll probably stay till 1 or 2-ish"
"How nice, I might buy you one when you get off you shift then, if I have any money left and am not to drunk"
I laughed, he was funny. He turned back to his drink, but even after he'd finished it, he didn't order another or leave, which caused Holly to give him the evils.
"Amy! tell him to leave or order something, then get to the back room"
"Fine..." I walked over to him and whispered "please order something or the nice lady scowling at you will throw you out by the hair in your nose"
He smiled and ordered another JD and Coke, which I got him, then went into the back room with Holly, knowing what she had in the bag she kept on her wrist, even when she was cleaning, hence the discoloration. She shoved me through the door into a small almost empty room, save a few stains and general crap and litter.
"Sit down"
I accidentally sat on a smashed bottle, which stuck through my jeans and made me cry out.
"Make a sound and I'll break your neck!" she said menacingly, getting the kitchen knife out of her bag and smacking me round the face. She tugged at my wrist with the scars on, causing me to wince and pull back
"Give me your wrist bitch!"
She yanked again, and this time I gave in, because I knew it would hurt a lot more by the time the evening was done. She dug the tip of the blade down into my wrist until she felt it touch bone. I didn't cry. She pulled it out and stabbed it in again, harder this time, and I heard a sickening crack as my wrist bone shattered. I still didn't cry, but I was nearly passing out with the pain.
"Now remember, you fell onto some glass didn't you?"
I nodded, not trusting myself to speak
"Good"
She threw me back onto the floor and I was out cold.
*No ones POV*
As the band packed up, they kept nearly dropping everything, as they were all wasted and tired.
"Mike, drop that and I will kill you, Tré puked on the last amp remember, so now we only have that one and we can't afford another"
Mike put the amp down with a thump
"there is no way we're gonna be able take this all out to the van, Tré is just about passed out... " thump "... ok, make that HAS passed out, and personally, I don't fancy dragging all this shit 3 streets jus coz we couldn't find a goddamn parking space!"
"I know how you feel... hey do you think they'll let us use the back room to store this lot in"
"What if someone nicks it?"
"We'll stay in as well, we've got blankets and stuff in the van, so if you go get them and I'll shove all this in the back room"
"Fine, help me take this amp through though; I don't think it's possible for 1 person to carry an amp by themselves"
They picked up the amp and shuffled towards the back room, kicking various doors open as they passed through. The door was quite narrow so they went through it one at a time, Mike going in backwards and first. When Billie got a decent look at the room, he nearly dropped the amp.
"Shit! Mike, put the amp down"
"What? Why?"
"Look, jus do it! Then call an ambulance!"
"WH... "
"DON'T ASK, DO!"
When the amp was down, Billie Joe ran over to the girl lying on the floor, blood pouring from her wrist and head
*Billie Joes POV*
Shit! Was she ok? She was bleeding from her head and her wrist. I wondered if she did it to herself, but I couldn't just leave her there, I turned round to see if Mike was calling an ambulance, he was, good. I looked back down at the girl, she was familiar... I remember, I saw her behind the bar near the end of our mini gig thing, she hadn't looked happy, and she kept glancing back at the woman who asked us to come. I remember when she came to see us after one of our shows, she kept flirting with me and Mike, which pissed Tré off, and she seemed too... I dunno, fake. Like she was Barbie personified, which is a really scary thought.
*The next day at the hospital, Amy's POV*
Urgh god my head... where am I? I know what happened last night, it happened every night for Jesus' sake! But normally I just woke up where I was left and started work again, unless Holly wasn't there, in which case I got the day off. I heard the door open, and someone with green hair walked in. I say someone coz I couldn't make anything else out about them apart from their hair.
"Hey Billie! She's awake!"
"Huh? Is she? Lemme see... "
The door opened again and someone, probably Billie, walked in.
"Wow she is! Are you okay? Stupid question really"
By now I could see alright, and saw they were both male (duh) and both had dyed hair, Billie blue and the other one green.
"Yes I'm fine, who are you, where am I, why am I here, and how did you find me?"
"Good, I'm Billie Joe and that is Tré, your in hospital, you were hurt, and we were putting the stuff away from our gig and we found you in the back room. My turn for the questions, what's your name, why were you in the back room, and did you do that to yourself"
He pointed at my wrist, and when I looked I saw it was heavily bandaged.
"Hi Billie Joe and Tré, ok I know, oh okay, Amy, because I was told to, and no"
"Look can you stop doing this? It's giving me a headache!"
"Tré, I think the last time you used your brain it felt violated and cheap and became a nun"
"Oh ha, so funny!"
While they were arguing, I just looked at them. They reminded me of me and one of my friends in the UK, skinny melon. We always had weird little arguments like this, and I always thought it was funny. I smiled at them, then realized that I hadn't smiled in, what, 3months? I felt so weird, a totally alien feeling.
"Aww fuck" I croaked
"What? Does something hurt? Should I get you a doctor?"
"No I'm fine; I just need a fucking drink! Anything... ow my throat"
"m'kay, wait here"
"Well it's not like I'm going to go anywhere is it?"
"Stop being a smartass"
"Just pointing out the obvious"
Billie Joe didn't hear me though, as he was already halfway down the hallway. I stuck my tongue at his back.
"Be nice, he's the only reason you're here"
"Huh?"
"He found you and wouldn't say anything to anyone apart from 'call 911' and that sort of thing, he's hardly left your side since you came in"
The door opened for the third (but not final) time, and someone else walked in.
"Hey hey Mikey! Look, she's awake and she's called Amy!"
He walked over and held out his hand for me to shake, which I did
"Hi I'm Mike, 'snice to meet ya"
"I'm Amy, like Tré said, nice to meet you to"
"Have you met Billie Joe yet? I just saw him actually, he looked a bit pissed but I can probably ask Tré about that one"
"Hey! Why do people always assume it was me?! If anything it was Amy!"
"Wow, really, what did you do?" he looked at me
"I don't know, he went to get me a drink coz he's so nice, and he told me not to go anywhere and I said that it wasn't like I was going anywhere, and he said I was a smartass and walked off!"
"Oh yay she says I'm nice!"
I turned round and saw Billie Joe standing in the doorway with a drink, smiling
"How long have you been there?"
"Long enough to hear 'coz he's so nice'"
"Oh charming, how do ya know I wasn't being ironic?"
"Do you want this drink or not?"
"Yes! Okay, I wasn't being ironic, you are very nice! Now gimme!"
He gave me the drink and I drank it all without pausing for breath
"Not too thirsty then?"
"Not a bit!"
*Mikes POV*
Billie likes her I can tell, might as well give them some alone time. I kicked Tré to get his attention and jerked my head towards the door.
"I need the loo; I'll be back in a sec"
"Uh yeah me to"
I wished he hadn't said that, now it looks like we're gay or something. Aw well
*Billies POV*
Oh great, they're leaving me alone with her. Aloney all on my owney.
"So... "
...
*Amy's POV*
Aww fuck this is embarrassing! I had no idea what to say.
"What happened?"
"What?"
"When I found you, you were bleeding"
"Why does it matter to you?"
"Because it does! I fucking saved your life! You could be a bit grateful!"
"You didn't save my life! That had happened to me before and I was fine then!"
After that he walked out. I don't know why, but after he had gone I just burst into tears. I turned over and cried into my pillow, and when I heard Mike and Tré come back I just told them to fuck off.
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