The Unsuspecting Victim, chapter 6
*Mike's P. O. V(Back to present day)*
I sat there on the wall, lonely and miserable. In fact, miserable wasn't the word to describe how I felt now. There was nothing to describe the feeling of having to watch the person that you cared most about in the world die in front of you. I let my tears flow down my face, making a stream down my cheeks. I couldn't sit there for the whole of the funeral. It was too depressing. John was there, and after what I told Adie and Tre, they looked murderous. Son of a bitch, I never did find out if Steph lived or not. All I remember was a bass crashing down on my head.
I took a long drag from my cigarette and stubbed it out. I promised Billie I would quit, but what good was that promise now? I looked at my watch. 7:00 and it was starting to get quite dark. I didn't want to go back inside with everybody. Obviously it was over by now, in fact, it had been over for an hour.
I sat there for a few minutes in silence when, in the distance, I heard some music. I strained my ears to try and hear what it was. Then the sounds registered with my mind. It was 'My Immortal' by Evanescence. Tears flew from my eyes. The lyrics fit this moment so perfectly. I looked up to the sky. There was only one star, shining brightly. 'Billie', I thought to myself. He was watching over me, like I had asked. He liked keeping his promises. It was strange; I was never going to see him again. My best friend, who I thought of as a brother. Gone. Forever. So quickly. You pull a trigger, and, seconds later, you've taken someone's life. And that 'someone' happened to be a person who everybody cared for. I know he had lots of enemies but, I think everyone felt shocked and horrified when he died. I know I did. Not even Tre is excited about life anymore. Which is very unlike him. In fact, I think everyone I know is a mess right now. Even John. He was shaking like mad at the funeral. Muttering to himself as well. God knows what he's planning next. Hopefully, he wants to kill me. That would be better than living right now. I'm more depressed than ever.
'Oh well, ' I thought to myself. 'I may as well make my way back to the church. Tre and Adie will be getting worried. I stood up and made my way out of the park I had been sat in for the last hour.
As I approached the church doors, I could hear sirens. 'What the hell!?! ' I thought to myself. The doors to the building were opened so I walked inside. As I did, I saw cops holding John up against a wall.
"You're being arrested under the suspicion of the murder of Billie Joe Armstrong," I heard one cop say before snapping hand cuffs on John's wrists and dragging him out the church door.
I sat there on the wall, lonely and miserable. In fact, miserable wasn't the word to describe how I felt now. There was nothing to describe the feeling of having to watch the person that you cared most about in the world die in front of you. I let my tears flow down my face, making a stream down my cheeks. I couldn't sit there for the whole of the funeral. It was too depressing. John was there, and after what I told Adie and Tre, they looked murderous. Son of a bitch, I never did find out if Steph lived or not. All I remember was a bass crashing down on my head.
I took a long drag from my cigarette and stubbed it out. I promised Billie I would quit, but what good was that promise now? I looked at my watch. 7:00 and it was starting to get quite dark. I didn't want to go back inside with everybody. Obviously it was over by now, in fact, it had been over for an hour.
I sat there for a few minutes in silence when, in the distance, I heard some music. I strained my ears to try and hear what it was. Then the sounds registered with my mind. It was 'My Immortal' by Evanescence. Tears flew from my eyes. The lyrics fit this moment so perfectly. I looked up to the sky. There was only one star, shining brightly. 'Billie', I thought to myself. He was watching over me, like I had asked. He liked keeping his promises. It was strange; I was never going to see him again. My best friend, who I thought of as a brother. Gone. Forever. So quickly. You pull a trigger, and, seconds later, you've taken someone's life. And that 'someone' happened to be a person who everybody cared for. I know he had lots of enemies but, I think everyone felt shocked and horrified when he died. I know I did. Not even Tre is excited about life anymore. Which is very unlike him. In fact, I think everyone I know is a mess right now. Even John. He was shaking like mad at the funeral. Muttering to himself as well. God knows what he's planning next. Hopefully, he wants to kill me. That would be better than living right now. I'm more depressed than ever.
'Oh well, ' I thought to myself. 'I may as well make my way back to the church. Tre and Adie will be getting worried. I stood up and made my way out of the park I had been sat in for the last hour.
As I approached the church doors, I could hear sirens. 'What the hell!?! ' I thought to myself. The doors to the building were opened so I walked inside. As I did, I saw cops holding John up against a wall.
"You're being arrested under the suspicion of the murder of Billie Joe Armstrong," I heard one cop say before snapping hand cuffs on John's wrists and dragging him out the church door.
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