1,000 Hours, chapter 15
[Billie's point of view:]
I went home later that night. Mike was sitting in the sofa. It seemed like he'd seen a goast. "Damn you scared me!" Mike said and runned over to me. He pulled me close to him. "Don't you ever do that again!" he wispered. I nodded slowly. He finally let me go and he stared into my eyes. "Where were you Billie?" he asked. "A place I could think," I replied, looking down. "Why the hell did you sign that damn message?" "I.. I dunno. I didn't had any better message to leave so.." "You scared me. I though you were gone. Like Tré." Mike said. I looked at Mike again. "I wont leave." I said fast. "I wont end up like Tré." Mike nodded. "I'm going to bed now. I'm tired." I said and went upstairs.
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I woke up early the very next day. I went down to the kitchen to find something to eat, but the fridge was damn empty, as usual, so I went to the livingroom and turned on the TV instead. Nothing intrestin as usual. Then I noticed that everything was as usual. "I guess that it's just Tré who isn't at the right place right now," I said loud. "What are you talking about? I am here." I could hear Tré's voice say. I turned around, but nothing was there. "Here," his voice said again. "Where?" I said, looking around the room a million of time's. "Here," he said again, out of nowhere. "Where, where, WHERE?!" I yelled. Mike came running down the stair's. "What are you yelling for? The clock isn't nine in the mornig yet damn it!" he said. "Tré was here. He.." I stopped. "Tré was here?" Mike said, looking confused. "Then where is he now?" "I don't know," I started. "He was here. He said so. But I didn't see him." "And that's suppose to mean?" "I could hear his voice. He was here. He.." I said, didn't exactly know how I was suppose to tell him. "Did you hear his voice?" Mike asked me again. "But you didn't see him?" I nodded. "Exactly. I tried figure out where he was bu.." Mike stopped me. "Bill.. Maybe you hear his voice in your head." "What?" I looked shocked at him. "Mike do you think I am.. Mental sick or something?" "I don't know Billie. But I know one thing; Tré wasn't here." "And how can you be so sure bout that?" "Listen. I am sure you're just very confused now cause you're so used to have Tré around here. But he isn't here. And he haven't been either. Sinse he left that damn message." "Why are you always saying 'damn message' when we talk about it?" "Because it was a damn message." "What do you mean with 'was'?" "I recyled it." Mike replied. "You what?" I said shocked. "I recyled it." Mike said again, louder this time. "But why?!" I said. "Because every time someone find's it it just make 'em.. Wanna leave. It's something about that message that I defently don't like." "What do you mean about that? That's the last thing Tré ever gave us, and you just.. Recyle it!" "Well. Billie, you signed it. "Then tell me, what does those message's mean?" Mike stared hard at me. "To be honest, Mike, I signed it cause I didn't had anything else to sign. I dunno what it mean's, but I think something's gonna happen in 1,000 Hours." "Like what?" "That's what I was trying to figure out yesterday. But as you said some day's ago; the answer wont be on our doorstep at once." Mike nodded. "Then we have to wait." he said. "Wait for 1,000 Hours."
I went home later that night. Mike was sitting in the sofa. It seemed like he'd seen a goast. "Damn you scared me!" Mike said and runned over to me. He pulled me close to him. "Don't you ever do that again!" he wispered. I nodded slowly. He finally let me go and he stared into my eyes. "Where were you Billie?" he asked. "A place I could think," I replied, looking down. "Why the hell did you sign that damn message?" "I.. I dunno. I didn't had any better message to leave so.." "You scared me. I though you were gone. Like Tré." Mike said. I looked at Mike again. "I wont leave." I said fast. "I wont end up like Tré." Mike nodded. "I'm going to bed now. I'm tired." I said and went upstairs.
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I woke up early the very next day. I went down to the kitchen to find something to eat, but the fridge was damn empty, as usual, so I went to the livingroom and turned on the TV instead. Nothing intrestin as usual. Then I noticed that everything was as usual. "I guess that it's just Tré who isn't at the right place right now," I said loud. "What are you talking about? I am here." I could hear Tré's voice say. I turned around, but nothing was there. "Here," his voice said again. "Where?" I said, looking around the room a million of time's. "Here," he said again, out of nowhere. "Where, where, WHERE?!" I yelled. Mike came running down the stair's. "What are you yelling for? The clock isn't nine in the mornig yet damn it!" he said. "Tré was here. He.." I stopped. "Tré was here?" Mike said, looking confused. "Then where is he now?" "I don't know," I started. "He was here. He said so. But I didn't see him." "And that's suppose to mean?" "I could hear his voice. He was here. He.." I said, didn't exactly know how I was suppose to tell him. "Did you hear his voice?" Mike asked me again. "But you didn't see him?" I nodded. "Exactly. I tried figure out where he was bu.." Mike stopped me. "Bill.. Maybe you hear his voice in your head." "What?" I looked shocked at him. "Mike do you think I am.. Mental sick or something?" "I don't know Billie. But I know one thing; Tré wasn't here." "And how can you be so sure bout that?" "Listen. I am sure you're just very confused now cause you're so used to have Tré around here. But he isn't here. And he haven't been either. Sinse he left that damn message." "Why are you always saying 'damn message' when we talk about it?" "Because it was a damn message." "What do you mean with 'was'?" "I recyled it." Mike replied. "You what?" I said shocked. "I recyled it." Mike said again, louder this time. "But why?!" I said. "Because every time someone find's it it just make 'em.. Wanna leave. It's something about that message that I defently don't like." "What do you mean about that? That's the last thing Tré ever gave us, and you just.. Recyle it!" "Well. Billie, you signed it. "Then tell me, what does those message's mean?" Mike stared hard at me. "To be honest, Mike, I signed it cause I didn't had anything else to sign. I dunno what it mean's, but I think something's gonna happen in 1,000 Hours." "Like what?" "That's what I was trying to figure out yesterday. But as you said some day's ago; the answer wont be on our doorstep at once." Mike nodded. "Then we have to wait." he said. "Wait for 1,000 Hours."
