Cause She's 2,000 Light Years Away (A Mike Dirnt Story), chapter 13
Mike was at home strumming his bass guitar when the phone rang. "Hello," Billie answered. "Oh, okay. Wait a sec, I'll go get him." Billie put the receiver down. "Mike, it's yours."
He looked puzzled and walked over to the phone. "Hello?"
"Hello, Mike," replied a woman's voice. "This is Julia, Eleanor's aunt, if you remembered?"
"Uh-huh," he answered and wondered why she called this late.
"Eleanor's gone, Mike. She's dead." There was a long pause, a lifetime of seconds dragged by. She spoke again, "She was found in a dark alley." Pause. "She was raped then killed."
The world around Mike swirled. His stomach twisting into a thousand knots, an icy hand just squeezed his heart. "No. No, no, no, no, no. This is not possible." He dropped the receiver and slumped onto the floor. Billie raised his head from the bowl of Cheerios. "THIS IS NOT POSSIBLE!" Mike shouted and ran out of the house and took Billie's car keys.
He sped through the almost-empty road. He couldn't remember anything. All he knew was Eleanor's gone. He drove up the familiar road under the velvet black sky.
He got out of the car and ran down hill, angrily, not bothering the wet grass that made his shoes wet. He came to a halt and screamed into the darkness. "I HATE YOU, GOD! WHY DID YOU TAKE ELLE AWAY? WHY? I FUCKING HATE YOU! COME DOWN HERE! LET ME KILL YOU!"
There was a stiff wind blowing and the entire California town looked different, bleak, the color washed from the city, the trees stood dispiritedly. Mike let out a loud and angry shout and fell onto the grass, breathing fast.
God replied his remark with the rain pouring down from the black sky with vengeance and was accompanied by a bone-chilling wind. The rain pounded on Mike's head, the cold water trickled down his neck and every single light in his head dimmed and died out.
A few strips of hair plastered wetly on his forehead. His shoulders were hunched. He was soaked, cold, miserable, angry and sad. He closed his eyes and felt the rain stinging him. A tear escaped his closed eye and trickled down his cheek joining the droplets of rain.
"Why? Why is she gone?" he questioned himself. "We were together this morning, in the park. Last night, we were joined as a soul, a life. And you take her away now? And this way? Why? There are so many things we haven't done yet. I got so many things to tell her." Mike pounded his fist on the wet ground. "Why did you take her away from me?"
He looked puzzled and walked over to the phone. "Hello?"
"Hello, Mike," replied a woman's voice. "This is Julia, Eleanor's aunt, if you remembered?"
"Uh-huh," he answered and wondered why she called this late.
"Eleanor's gone, Mike. She's dead." There was a long pause, a lifetime of seconds dragged by. She spoke again, "She was found in a dark alley." Pause. "She was raped then killed."
The world around Mike swirled. His stomach twisting into a thousand knots, an icy hand just squeezed his heart. "No. No, no, no, no, no. This is not possible." He dropped the receiver and slumped onto the floor. Billie raised his head from the bowl of Cheerios. "THIS IS NOT POSSIBLE!" Mike shouted and ran out of the house and took Billie's car keys.
He sped through the almost-empty road. He couldn't remember anything. All he knew was Eleanor's gone. He drove up the familiar road under the velvet black sky.
He got out of the car and ran down hill, angrily, not bothering the wet grass that made his shoes wet. He came to a halt and screamed into the darkness. "I HATE YOU, GOD! WHY DID YOU TAKE ELLE AWAY? WHY? I FUCKING HATE YOU! COME DOWN HERE! LET ME KILL YOU!"
There was a stiff wind blowing and the entire California town looked different, bleak, the color washed from the city, the trees stood dispiritedly. Mike let out a loud and angry shout and fell onto the grass, breathing fast.
God replied his remark with the rain pouring down from the black sky with vengeance and was accompanied by a bone-chilling wind. The rain pounded on Mike's head, the cold water trickled down his neck and every single light in his head dimmed and died out.
A few strips of hair plastered wetly on his forehead. His shoulders were hunched. He was soaked, cold, miserable, angry and sad. He closed his eyes and felt the rain stinging him. A tear escaped his closed eye and trickled down his cheek joining the droplets of rain.
"Why? Why is she gone?" he questioned himself. "We were together this morning, in the park. Last night, we were joined as a soul, a life. And you take her away now? And this way? Why? There are so many things we haven't done yet. I got so many things to tell her." Mike pounded his fist on the wet ground. "Why did you take her away from me?"
