A New Generation (A sequel to Once upon a Green Day), chapter 4

I finished writing down my thoughts into a song. Then I closed my notebook and set it aside. I liked being alone. Sometimes Bryan and Mark would have to snap me out of staring into space. I tend to do that a lot. My mind just goes blank and I hear the noises around me. My vision isn't focused on anything. It's just steered clear of everything that is around. A lot of people might not understand how it feels to just have your mind go blank. I leaned my guitar against the wall back in its place. I laid down on my bed with my feet pointed at the roof with my back relaxing on the comfortable mattress underneath that sunk down under my weight. I rested my hands under my head and looked up at the ceiling above me. I could feel the breeze come through my window which was partly open. I could see the white painted roof reflecting at me like a dove flying in the sky. I stared upwards blinking constantly. My eyes started to feel tired and as heavy as one thousand pound weights. I turned to my side with my cheek on top of my hand. Burr. For some reason my face was cold. I rubbed my face to try and make it warm.. My eyes opened and closed slowly until they finally shut and all I could see was pitch black darkness.

"Yeah kind of. It was all black, but all I heard was a voice. And that voice was yours," said Billie Joe, lying the hospital bed. I was looking at this as if a TV was just clicked on in my mind. I could see my eleven year old self in a white hospital room with my idols and my mom. Replaying in my head like it was only yesterday. I remembered seeing the relief in everyone's eyes after I finished playing Time of Your Life and Billie had opened his eyes.
"OH MY GOD! YOU'RE OKAY!" exclaimed my mom. This was exactly what had happened. Word for word, sentence after sentence, scene after scene, I memorized it all and replayed words in my mind. The whole thing was happening all over again, accept it wasn't real. Or was it? In a way it felt like it was. Like I was re-living it from a different point of view that was just watching but nobody could see you.
"Thank god you're okay! I was ready to do CPR!" said Tre. I outsmarted him pretty well that day.

Then all of a sudden it somehow switched scenes. I was in the old folks' home before the heart attack. Billie Joe got out a guitar with Tre and Mike watching. He began to play something then was satisfied knowing that he still remembered how to play. "That's a sweet guitar!" my eleven year old self exclaimed.
"Well it's yours," said Billie.
"WHA?" I answered back. I remembered that well too. Flashbacks. In my mind. Over and over again like a broken record. Then everything went white and all that was shown was the guitar. Billie's guitar. It wasn't just black though. It had a partly goldish yellow colour around the middle surrounded with black. Its strings shined and glistened at me. I looked and saw it. Everything still felt like I was watching a TV show. A really messed up one. Like those episodes where it shows people going crazy and having messed up dreams. I walked up to the guitar and I was no longer watching as if it was a show. I was part of it. I picked up the guitar and strummed. I looked around. Everything was all blank. Then all of a sudden I ended up in a bathroom. I was looking down to see that the sink was almost up to my chest. I don't remember being that short. I tilted my head and looked up into the mirror. My eleven year old self reflected back at me holding the guitar.
My dark hair was over my eyes. I just looked into the mirror in a confused way. I felt a cool rush of air breathing down my neck. I felt somebody put there hand on my shoulder. I snapped my head around.....