Its Not Easy Being Jimmy, chapter 3
I opened my eyes to see a bright light shining in them. Was I dead? I twitched as it started to fade and I could hear noises fluttering around me. My vision was blurred and I could only see some heads above me.
"Hey, he's awake!" I heard a guy say.
I strained my eyes to see who it was but they soon returned to their 'almost normal' site. I gasped for air and sat up quickly. "Where am I?!" I screamed.
Billie, Mike and Tre all looked at me. There was silence apart from my heart rate monitor letting off high pitched beeps, until they felt like they had to tell me.
"You've been beaten up." Billie said gently.
"Is it bad?" I asked.
Billie looked around the room then picked up a mirror and handed it to me. I took it from his hands then slowly brought it up to my face. My eye was swollen, my lip and nose had been bleeding, the top of my forehead had stitches, and my face altogether was basically fucked up. 'Bad' was simply and understatement. I dropped the mirror to my side and stared at the wall. My eyes closed tight as I saw a flashback of what had happened. A blow in the stomach. A blow to the face. A blow to my side. A blow to my chest. Another blow in the face. I could feel the pain all over again. My eyes opened and I screamed in pain. My senses were back and I could feel all bruises and cuts and broken bones. It only lasted for a couple of seconds but during those seconds I felt like I was being torn apart. The sweat and tears on my face combined.
"You want me to go get a nurse or something man?" Mike asked me.
I shook my head and swallowed away the last bit of pain. "Pain and blood exists so you know you're alive." I said smiling slightly.
They smiled back but I could tell they were fake. There was an uncomfortable silence.
"I'm just gonna go get a coffee." Mike said trying to break it.
Tre followed. "I'm coming with you man. Hey Jimmy, you want anything?" I shook my head. "Okay, Billie?"
"No I'm fine. Thanks."
Mike and Tre walked out of the room closing the door gently as not to disturb me.
Billie and me looked at each other.
"I'm so sorry... " he started to say.
"It wasn't your fault." I forced a smile. Another uncomfortable silence.
"Jimmy. Can I ask you a question?"
I hesitated. "Uh. Yeh sure."
"Why did those guys beat you up?"
I looked away. "Id rather not talk about it."
"Please... I could help you."
I laughed a little. "Sure. You're the reason I was beat up in the first place."
He looked puzzled. "What do you mean?"
God! Why did he have to ask me all of these questions? The thing I wanted right now was for the world to swallow me and never let me back out.
"It doesn't matter."
"Yes it does Jimmy. To me it does anyway. I want to know why I'm the reason you got beat up."
"I can't tell you."
"Why not?"
"Because you've got nothing to do with it!" I snapped.
"You just said that I was the reason. How can it not have anything to do with me?"
"Well, I lied. Its got nothing to do with you whatsoever."
"You sure?"
"Yes." I said avoiding eye contact. You are so beautiful Billie Joe. How can it not have something to do with you?
I sighed.
"Look I'm sorry." I said.
He looked down at his hands. "It's okay. I shouldn't have pushed you to try and answer all the questions I was throwing at you."
I smiled at him. He smiled back. Suddenly the air was pure again. The weight that was pulling me down was off. The shadows walked away. The fog cleared. My life was brighter. All of this with that one smile. Billie Joe... I think I'm in love.
"Hey, he's awake!" I heard a guy say.
I strained my eyes to see who it was but they soon returned to their 'almost normal' site. I gasped for air and sat up quickly. "Where am I?!" I screamed.
Billie, Mike and Tre all looked at me. There was silence apart from my heart rate monitor letting off high pitched beeps, until they felt like they had to tell me.
"You've been beaten up." Billie said gently.
"Is it bad?" I asked.
Billie looked around the room then picked up a mirror and handed it to me. I took it from his hands then slowly brought it up to my face. My eye was swollen, my lip and nose had been bleeding, the top of my forehead had stitches, and my face altogether was basically fucked up. 'Bad' was simply and understatement. I dropped the mirror to my side and stared at the wall. My eyes closed tight as I saw a flashback of what had happened. A blow in the stomach. A blow to the face. A blow to my side. A blow to my chest. Another blow in the face. I could feel the pain all over again. My eyes opened and I screamed in pain. My senses were back and I could feel all bruises and cuts and broken bones. It only lasted for a couple of seconds but during those seconds I felt like I was being torn apart. The sweat and tears on my face combined.
"You want me to go get a nurse or something man?" Mike asked me.
I shook my head and swallowed away the last bit of pain. "Pain and blood exists so you know you're alive." I said smiling slightly.
They smiled back but I could tell they were fake. There was an uncomfortable silence.
"I'm just gonna go get a coffee." Mike said trying to break it.
Tre followed. "I'm coming with you man. Hey Jimmy, you want anything?" I shook my head. "Okay, Billie?"
"No I'm fine. Thanks."
Mike and Tre walked out of the room closing the door gently as not to disturb me.
Billie and me looked at each other.
"I'm so sorry... " he started to say.
"It wasn't your fault." I forced a smile. Another uncomfortable silence.
"Jimmy. Can I ask you a question?"
I hesitated. "Uh. Yeh sure."
"Why did those guys beat you up?"
I looked away. "Id rather not talk about it."
"Please... I could help you."
I laughed a little. "Sure. You're the reason I was beat up in the first place."
He looked puzzled. "What do you mean?"
God! Why did he have to ask me all of these questions? The thing I wanted right now was for the world to swallow me and never let me back out.
"It doesn't matter."
"Yes it does Jimmy. To me it does anyway. I want to know why I'm the reason you got beat up."
"I can't tell you."
"Why not?"
"Because you've got nothing to do with it!" I snapped.
"You just said that I was the reason. How can it not have anything to do with me?"
"Well, I lied. Its got nothing to do with you whatsoever."
"You sure?"
"Yes." I said avoiding eye contact. You are so beautiful Billie Joe. How can it not have something to do with you?
I sighed.
"Look I'm sorry." I said.
He looked down at his hands. "It's okay. I shouldn't have pushed you to try and answer all the questions I was throwing at you."
I smiled at him. He smiled back. Suddenly the air was pure again. The weight that was pulling me down was off. The shadows walked away. The fog cleared. My life was brighter. All of this with that one smile. Billie Joe... I think I'm in love.
