Worst Week of My Life, chapter 1

*Random guy's POV*

What the hell is going on? Where did she come from? Who is she? Why have I got a knife? Why am I crying? Why am sat on the floor? Am I dreaming? Why is this girl here? I need help... I'm going dizzy...

*Maria's POV*

"Whats' going on? Who are you?" the guy asked. I came down to his level with sympathetic look on my face.
"Why am I holding a knife? What was I doing?" He kept on asking questions.
"OK, you probably don't want to hear this but I think you were about to kill yourself," I said bitting my lip. Shock and horror flooded into the guy's face, and tears welled up in his eyes and trickled down the poor guy's face.
"Don't cry... Come on, come back to my place and you can tell me what's up," I offered a hand and helped him up.

On our way back, this guy was kind of staring blankly at the floor, and I didn't have a clue what to say to him, except...

"Soooooo... Are you gonna tell me your name?" The guy looked up with a solemn expression on his face.

"Billie Joe, Billie Joe Armstrong. You can call me Billie" I shook his hand.

"I'm Maria, Maria Cool," Billie frowned.

"Maria Cool?"

"Well my husbands name is Tre Cool, he changed his name so... Well I'm changing it back to my original name soon".