Cut My Wrist And Black My Eyes., chapter 1
She sat there all alone wiping the tears from her eyes, there she was a seventeen year old girl who got bullied all the time, names like 'bitch' 'punk scum' 'a nobody' 'a lowlife' and so many other names being thrown at her all the time, a punch coming to her face all whenever she tried to stick up for herself, it was no use.
All she wanted was to pick up that blade and cut her wrists to put an end to her pain she felt everyday, the only thing that stopped her from doing that was her best friend Billie Joe Armstrong, he helped her through everything, she felt loved and wanted around him and Mike and Tre were always there for her as well, if only she could be around them all the time, her only wish was to live with them, drop out of school and live a happy life with her only 3 friends.
She walked down the empty, lonely street leading to the house that she liked to call 'happy home' she walked up to the door of 16 Christie road and knocked a few times, a young man came to the door, he was quite a short man, his hair was jet black and he had green eyes that seemed to dazzle in the sunlight, he was also a lean man and he had a lot of care in his expression.
She looked up at him and her face turned from sad, unhappy, and suicidal to happiness, a smile formed on his lips, he opened his arms out to her and she happily walked into them, she held on tightly to him as he did her "hey via!" He finally spoke.
Her name is Olivia but her three friends call her 'via' for short, "hey Billie!" She replied happily, they finally released each other and Billie Joe let her inside.
All she wanted was to pick up that blade and cut her wrists to put an end to her pain she felt everyday, the only thing that stopped her from doing that was her best friend Billie Joe Armstrong, he helped her through everything, she felt loved and wanted around him and Mike and Tre were always there for her as well, if only she could be around them all the time, her only wish was to live with them, drop out of school and live a happy life with her only 3 friends.
She walked down the empty, lonely street leading to the house that she liked to call 'happy home' she walked up to the door of 16 Christie road and knocked a few times, a young man came to the door, he was quite a short man, his hair was jet black and he had green eyes that seemed to dazzle in the sunlight, he was also a lean man and he had a lot of care in his expression.
She looked up at him and her face turned from sad, unhappy, and suicidal to happiness, a smile formed on his lips, he opened his arms out to her and she happily walked into them, she held on tightly to him as he did her "hey via!" He finally spoke.
Her name is Olivia but her three friends call her 'via' for short, "hey Billie!" She replied happily, they finally released each other and Billie Joe let her inside.
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