The Day Billie's and Mike's Life Came Crashing Down, chapter 2
*Back home*
"I'm going to my room," Billie said, still with a few tears in his gorgeous green eyes.
"Billie wait, you're not goin to do anything stupid are you, as you would leave me all on my own you do know that don't you?" Mike asked starting to get really worried about Billie.
"Of course I know that and don't be stupid I wouldn't leave you on your own, I just want to lie down and play my guitar that's all," Billie said, hurt that his friend would think that he would leave him on his own.
"Oh, okay I'll come and get you when dinners ready."
"Don't bother, I'm not hungry."
"Come on, you've got to eat something, Tre wouldn't want you to be upset or to starve yourself either."
"I'll have something later," Billie said and ran upstairs and slammed his bedroom door shut.
When Mike went up to see if he was alright an hour later he heard Billie sing 'Good Riddance (Time Of Your Life)' in a wobbly, teary voice but halfway through he stopped and all Mike could hear was Billie crying. Mike thought that it was best to leave Billie on his own to calm down a bit so he went into his room to play his most beloved bass guitar.
Billie was lying on his bed with his face in his pillow crying, when he looked up he saw a picture of him, Mike and Tre laughing at something Tre had said probably. Billie knew what he had to do, he had to bleed out all of his pain so he got up and went into the bathroom, grabbed a razor blade and sat down against the bathtub and raised the blade to his wrist and dug the blade into his skin until the great feeling of the pain rushing out of him came, then he just sat there waiting for death to come and take him away from his shitty life.
Meanwhile Mike had heard Billie go into the bathroom almost fifthteen minutes ago and he hasn't come out so he went to the bathroom and knocked on the door.
"Billie. Billie are you alright? You've been in there for ages."
When he got a muted response he said in a louder voice, "Billie open the door, come on don't do anything stupid now, open the door. Fine stand back if you're by the door."
Mike raised his leg and with an almighty, powerful force he managed to kick the door open. He scanned the room and the first thing he saw was Billie lying against the bathtub in a pool of blood with a kind of a dead, blank stare in his eyes.Mike ran over to Billie and tried to find a pulse, he barely had one so it was difficult to find it. Mike had tied Billie's open tie around his upper arm tightly to slow down the blood flowage and then he got a towel and began to apply pressure to the wound while he lifted Billie and carried him out to one of the cars. Mike had to get Billie to a hospital as fast as he could because Billie was getting more limp by the second.
**At the hospital**
Mike ran into the hospital with a limp Billie in his arms shouting, "PLEASE HELP ME, HE SLIT HIS WRIST AND HAS LOST ALOT OF BLOOD! PLEASE YOU HAVE TO HELP HIM! I DON'T WANT TO LOSE HIM TOO!"
Two or three doctors ran out with a trolley wnd took him off to ER while another doctor lead Mike into the relatives and friends room and handed him a cup of coffee. Mike took it with a shaking hand and took a sip while tears fell from his shining blue eyes. He then started to think, "Doesn't anyone I know love me no more. Why can't they just stick by me and just have some fun and not worry about anything that is troubling them, why does it have to all end in an attempted suicide?"
Just then Mike jumped as Dr.Relva crept into the room and grabbed Mike's shoulder.
"Is he alright?" Mike asked waiting to hear the worst.
"Yes, yes, he's fine we had to give him a blood transfution to make up for what he had lost and we've put him on a breathing machine just until his body is strong enough to breath on it's own. So he should be ok in a couple of days time. We would also like to keep him in for psyhc examinations. If you want to see him he's in room 409."
"Ok, thank you for saving him."
"You're welcome but it's really you who saved him by bringing him in here just in time."
Dr.Relva turned and left. Mike looked down and sighed glad to know that Billie is ok.
**In room 409**
The first thing that caught Mike's eye was the bandage that was tied aroung Billie's left wrist and the breathing tube that was covering his mouth. His eyes were closed and his jet black hair was scruffy and out of place. Mike walked over to Billie and gave him a hug, careful that he didn't knock any of the tubes or wires out of place. When he straightened up he saw a pair of shiny, gorgeous emerald eyes staring up at him.
"Oh Billie, you don't know how glad I am to see those eyes again," Mike said relieved to see his best friend alive.
Billie was on the breathing machine for 4 days, but was still having a few problems when he was having one of his panic attacks. A few days later Billie went in for his psyhc examinations and he came out with another set of anti-depressant medication which was to be taken twice a day to keep him out of his suicide mind and kept into his calm mind. A further 2 days later Billie was discharged and allowed to go home, where he will be kept a close eye on by Mike.
**Back home**
As soon as Billie got through the door he headed straight for the stairs but Mike grabbed his arm and said, "Billie, wait, we need to talk."
"No, we don't!"
"Yes, we do. I thought you said that you wouldn't do anything stupid, I thought that you also said that you wouldn't leave me on my own."
"You don't know what it's like for me, I've lost a dad at the age of 10 and one of my best friends at the age of 34, I just couldn't bear to lose anyone else, the only reason I did that to myself was to bleed out all my pain that's all, it's just that I couldn't take it any longer."
Billie's eyes were whelling up with tears so Mike said in a nice, calm voice, "Just becuse they are not here with us doesn't mean they're not watching over us."
Billie was in tears and just wanted Tre back, it wasn't fun without him here it was ever so quiet now that he wasn't here to make us laugh. He walked slowly towards the stairs and up to his room with his head bowed, thinking about Tre. When he reached his room he went over to his bed and sat down with his head in his hands.
"I'm going to my room," Billie said, still with a few tears in his gorgeous green eyes.
"Billie wait, you're not goin to do anything stupid are you, as you would leave me all on my own you do know that don't you?" Mike asked starting to get really worried about Billie.
"Of course I know that and don't be stupid I wouldn't leave you on your own, I just want to lie down and play my guitar that's all," Billie said, hurt that his friend would think that he would leave him on his own.
"Oh, okay I'll come and get you when dinners ready."
"Don't bother, I'm not hungry."
"Come on, you've got to eat something, Tre wouldn't want you to be upset or to starve yourself either."
"I'll have something later," Billie said and ran upstairs and slammed his bedroom door shut.
When Mike went up to see if he was alright an hour later he heard Billie sing 'Good Riddance (Time Of Your Life)' in a wobbly, teary voice but halfway through he stopped and all Mike could hear was Billie crying. Mike thought that it was best to leave Billie on his own to calm down a bit so he went into his room to play his most beloved bass guitar.
Billie was lying on his bed with his face in his pillow crying, when he looked up he saw a picture of him, Mike and Tre laughing at something Tre had said probably. Billie knew what he had to do, he had to bleed out all of his pain so he got up and went into the bathroom, grabbed a razor blade and sat down against the bathtub and raised the blade to his wrist and dug the blade into his skin until the great feeling of the pain rushing out of him came, then he just sat there waiting for death to come and take him away from his shitty life.
Meanwhile Mike had heard Billie go into the bathroom almost fifthteen minutes ago and he hasn't come out so he went to the bathroom and knocked on the door.
"Billie. Billie are you alright? You've been in there for ages."
When he got a muted response he said in a louder voice, "Billie open the door, come on don't do anything stupid now, open the door. Fine stand back if you're by the door."
Mike raised his leg and with an almighty, powerful force he managed to kick the door open. He scanned the room and the first thing he saw was Billie lying against the bathtub in a pool of blood with a kind of a dead, blank stare in his eyes.Mike ran over to Billie and tried to find a pulse, he barely had one so it was difficult to find it. Mike had tied Billie's open tie around his upper arm tightly to slow down the blood flowage and then he got a towel and began to apply pressure to the wound while he lifted Billie and carried him out to one of the cars. Mike had to get Billie to a hospital as fast as he could because Billie was getting more limp by the second.
**At the hospital**
Mike ran into the hospital with a limp Billie in his arms shouting, "PLEASE HELP ME, HE SLIT HIS WRIST AND HAS LOST ALOT OF BLOOD! PLEASE YOU HAVE TO HELP HIM! I DON'T WANT TO LOSE HIM TOO!"
Two or three doctors ran out with a trolley wnd took him off to ER while another doctor lead Mike into the relatives and friends room and handed him a cup of coffee. Mike took it with a shaking hand and took a sip while tears fell from his shining blue eyes. He then started to think, "Doesn't anyone I know love me no more. Why can't they just stick by me and just have some fun and not worry about anything that is troubling them, why does it have to all end in an attempted suicide?"
Just then Mike jumped as Dr.Relva crept into the room and grabbed Mike's shoulder.
"Is he alright?" Mike asked waiting to hear the worst.
"Yes, yes, he's fine we had to give him a blood transfution to make up for what he had lost and we've put him on a breathing machine just until his body is strong enough to breath on it's own. So he should be ok in a couple of days time. We would also like to keep him in for psyhc examinations. If you want to see him he's in room 409."
"Ok, thank you for saving him."
"You're welcome but it's really you who saved him by bringing him in here just in time."
Dr.Relva turned and left. Mike looked down and sighed glad to know that Billie is ok.
**In room 409**
The first thing that caught Mike's eye was the bandage that was tied aroung Billie's left wrist and the breathing tube that was covering his mouth. His eyes were closed and his jet black hair was scruffy and out of place. Mike walked over to Billie and gave him a hug, careful that he didn't knock any of the tubes or wires out of place. When he straightened up he saw a pair of shiny, gorgeous emerald eyes staring up at him.
"Oh Billie, you don't know how glad I am to see those eyes again," Mike said relieved to see his best friend alive.
Billie was on the breathing machine for 4 days, but was still having a few problems when he was having one of his panic attacks. A few days later Billie went in for his psyhc examinations and he came out with another set of anti-depressant medication which was to be taken twice a day to keep him out of his suicide mind and kept into his calm mind. A further 2 days later Billie was discharged and allowed to go home, where he will be kept a close eye on by Mike.
**Back home**
As soon as Billie got through the door he headed straight for the stairs but Mike grabbed his arm and said, "Billie, wait, we need to talk."
"No, we don't!"
"Yes, we do. I thought you said that you wouldn't do anything stupid, I thought that you also said that you wouldn't leave me on my own."
"You don't know what it's like for me, I've lost a dad at the age of 10 and one of my best friends at the age of 34, I just couldn't bear to lose anyone else, the only reason I did that to myself was to bleed out all my pain that's all, it's just that I couldn't take it any longer."
Billie's eyes were whelling up with tears so Mike said in a nice, calm voice, "Just becuse they are not here with us doesn't mean they're not watching over us."
Billie was in tears and just wanted Tre back, it wasn't fun without him here it was ever so quiet now that he wasn't here to make us laugh. He walked slowly towards the stairs and up to his room with his head bowed, thinking about Tre. When he reached his room he went over to his bed and sat down with his head in his hands.
