Wake Me Up When September Ends, chapter 3
That night I tried to get to sleep but it was no use.
Brad: Hey Ollie, what are you doing here?
Ollie: Andy's in the emergency room recovering from his disease.
Brad: Well, hope he gets better *pulls evil smile as he sneaks into the [i]emergency room* Doctors start rushing into the room.
I stand beside the hospital bed
Andy: Keep me proud Billie Joe. I'll always have faith in you...
"BRAD YOU BASTARD!!" I yelled out as I opened my eyes. Then I realised where I was. I was in my small room. It was only 2:53 am. But I didn't feel like going back to sleep. Brad killed my father and he's gonna regret it, no matter what.
***
It was finally 7 in the morning. I was still awake from when I woke up from my dream but I didn't care. He was a bitch. I got out of my bed and did a couple of stretches. Then I looked at myself in the mirror. I didn't remove my make-up last night so now it was all smudged because of all the crying I did before I went to bed.
Son of a Bitch. I found a black Ramones t-shirt lying on my floor. I scooped it up and threw it over my bare chest and pulled my white and black hawt socks on my feet. I had another look at myself in the mirror only to find Brad holding a glass of beer in the background.
Will he ever leave me alone?
"Get out of my room you dick head." I said without looking at him.
"Why, what did I ever do to you?" he joked. Pretty lame joke to be honest.
"You know what you did, dick head," I growled. "Don't try to make me forget it." He finished the last few drops of his beer and crossed his arms across his chest.
"Are you threatening me?" I turned to face him.
"No," I said, "maybe I should now that you brought this up." He put on a phoney scared face.
"Ooh, I'm scared," he said as he placed the empty glass on my bedside table. "Maybe your father shouldn't have died in the first place so you wouldn't have to do this to me." He walked out of my room before I was about to yell at him. I only realised just now that he was gone.
"My God," I yelled. "What a bitch!"
***
Later that day I went to the cemetery to talk to my dad. I had to tell him something important. "Hey Dad," I said. "I know you can hear me. There's something I want to tell you. Something personal..." I paused for a moment to get ready for what I was going to tell him. "I'm going to avenge your death," I said. "I will get my revenge someday..."
Brad: Hey Ollie, what are you doing here?
Ollie: Andy's in the emergency room recovering from his disease.
Brad: Well, hope he gets better *pulls evil smile as he sneaks into the [i]emergency room* Doctors start rushing into the room.
I stand beside the hospital bed
Andy: Keep me proud Billie Joe. I'll always have faith in you...
"BRAD YOU BASTARD!!" I yelled out as I opened my eyes. Then I realised where I was. I was in my small room. It was only 2:53 am. But I didn't feel like going back to sleep. Brad killed my father and he's gonna regret it, no matter what.
***
It was finally 7 in the morning. I was still awake from when I woke up from my dream but I didn't care. He was a bitch. I got out of my bed and did a couple of stretches. Then I looked at myself in the mirror. I didn't remove my make-up last night so now it was all smudged because of all the crying I did before I went to bed.
Son of a Bitch. I found a black Ramones t-shirt lying on my floor. I scooped it up and threw it over my bare chest and pulled my white and black hawt socks on my feet. I had another look at myself in the mirror only to find Brad holding a glass of beer in the background.
Will he ever leave me alone?
"Get out of my room you dick head." I said without looking at him.
"Why, what did I ever do to you?" he joked. Pretty lame joke to be honest.
"You know what you did, dick head," I growled. "Don't try to make me forget it." He finished the last few drops of his beer and crossed his arms across his chest.
"Are you threatening me?" I turned to face him.
"No," I said, "maybe I should now that you brought this up." He put on a phoney scared face.
"Ooh, I'm scared," he said as he placed the empty glass on my bedside table. "Maybe your father shouldn't have died in the first place so you wouldn't have to do this to me." He walked out of my room before I was about to yell at him. I only realised just now that he was gone.
"My God," I yelled. "What a bitch!"
***
Later that day I went to the cemetery to talk to my dad. I had to tell him something important. "Hey Dad," I said. "I know you can hear me. There's something I want to tell you. Something personal..." I paused for a moment to get ready for what I was going to tell him. "I'm going to avenge your death," I said. "I will get my revenge someday..."
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