A Whisper Of A Name In The Dark, chapter 5
Another image of himself, and Mike fighting flashed into Billie's brain.
"What the fuck Billie?" Mike yelled.
"I'm sorry okay!" Billie yelled back.
"God, you're such an idiot!" Mike yelled.
"God damnit Mike if you would have done something none of this would have happened!" Billie yelled.
"So now it's my fault now is it?" Mike said nodding his head and looking at Billie with a cold stare.
"Sorry... " Billie said again looking down.
"You know what, forget it. It's gone to far this time. I quit." Mike said picking up his pack of cigarettes that were resting on a chair and walking out the door.
"No Mike wait!" Billie called after him but Mike slammed the door shut in his face. Then the image was gone. Just like the one about Adrienne. Billie was now remembering things that didn't even happen. And it was scaring him. Then he felt a throbbing, pounding, blinding pain in his head and he fell to the floor, or what he thought was the floor he couldn't tell anymore. He yelled and twisted in pain. Then everything went dark.
***
A knock at Tré's door awoke him with a start. "Wha... Who's there?" Tré asked sitting up and rubbing his eyes. He looked over at the clock, 11:54. The click of a key turning and then the door swung open and a cleaning cart rolled in.
"Oh I'm sorry. I didn't know anyone was in here." Said a girl in a maid's outfit with dark brown hair which was pulled back into a pony tail. He blurrily noticed that some of it was dreadlocks.
"Nah... " He yawned. "That's okay. I'll be out of here in a minute." He said getting up.
"No no no, I'll come back." She said wheeling the cart out and shutting the door behind her. Tré turned and stepped onto the brown carpeted floor and yawned again.
After he got dressed he went down to the café to get some food. He ordered some eggs and some orange juice. He sat down at a table and noticed the article he saw last night.
Fall from 13 floor hotel it read in big bold letters. Tré looked over the article. He shook his head and set it down. Got to be out of your mind in the first place to jump off a 13 floor hotel. Tré took a drink of his orange juice but nearly choked to death when he saw the hotel name.
"What the fuck Billie?" Mike yelled.
"I'm sorry okay!" Billie yelled back.
"God, you're such an idiot!" Mike yelled.
"God damnit Mike if you would have done something none of this would have happened!" Billie yelled.
"So now it's my fault now is it?" Mike said nodding his head and looking at Billie with a cold stare.
"Sorry... " Billie said again looking down.
"You know what, forget it. It's gone to far this time. I quit." Mike said picking up his pack of cigarettes that were resting on a chair and walking out the door.
"No Mike wait!" Billie called after him but Mike slammed the door shut in his face. Then the image was gone. Just like the one about Adrienne. Billie was now remembering things that didn't even happen. And it was scaring him. Then he felt a throbbing, pounding, blinding pain in his head and he fell to the floor, or what he thought was the floor he couldn't tell anymore. He yelled and twisted in pain. Then everything went dark.
***
A knock at Tré's door awoke him with a start. "Wha... Who's there?" Tré asked sitting up and rubbing his eyes. He looked over at the clock, 11:54. The click of a key turning and then the door swung open and a cleaning cart rolled in.
"Oh I'm sorry. I didn't know anyone was in here." Said a girl in a maid's outfit with dark brown hair which was pulled back into a pony tail. He blurrily noticed that some of it was dreadlocks.
"Nah... " He yawned. "That's okay. I'll be out of here in a minute." He said getting up.
"No no no, I'll come back." She said wheeling the cart out and shutting the door behind her. Tré turned and stepped onto the brown carpeted floor and yawned again.
After he got dressed he went down to the café to get some food. He ordered some eggs and some orange juice. He sat down at a table and noticed the article he saw last night.
Fall from 13 floor hotel it read in big bold letters. Tré looked over the article. He shook his head and set it down. Got to be out of your mind in the first place to jump off a 13 floor hotel. Tré took a drink of his orange juice but nearly choked to death when he saw the hotel name.
