Some Days He Feels Like Dying, chapter 2
It was because of the note that I had found on my bed earlier that made me name the song Letterbomb. It made me feel more pain than I've ever felt in my life. I saw it. Read it. And cried. Again.
"FUCK IT!", I yelled as I kicked the bed as hard as I could. I looked out the window. The boys were outside playing catch. I hit the lamp on the dresser, and it fell to the ground.
I ran downstairs into the kitchen. I opened the drawer, pulled out a knife, and slashed my left wrist. I turned the focet on and stuck my head in the sink. I was crying, bleeding, and brutally depressed.
Pretty soon, I was on my knees and pounding against the wall. After about what seemed like twenty minutes, I finally got up, cleaned the blood off the floor, cleaned the blood off the wall, cleaned the blood off the sink, and cleaned the blood running down my arm. I needed to do something.
"Hi, it's Adrienne. Leave a message." Beeep.
"Hey babe. It's Billie Joe. Listen, sweetie, I really need you to come home. Please. I need you. I love you so much. I need you, I need you." I repeated 'I need you' about fifteen times before I actually hung up the phone.
"Hey, you've reached the Armstrong's. We're not able to come to the phone right now, but if you leave your name and number, we'll get back to you as soon as possible. Thanks." Beeep.
"Hi. It's Adie. I'm in Minnesota with my friend Laurie."
Once I got that message, I didn't care that her voice still sounded mad at me. I was just so happy to hear her voice at all!
"OH MY GOD!", I screamed. "SHE'S IN MINNESOTA."
"FUCK IT!", I yelled as I kicked the bed as hard as I could. I looked out the window. The boys were outside playing catch. I hit the lamp on the dresser, and it fell to the ground.
I ran downstairs into the kitchen. I opened the drawer, pulled out a knife, and slashed my left wrist. I turned the focet on and stuck my head in the sink. I was crying, bleeding, and brutally depressed.
Pretty soon, I was on my knees and pounding against the wall. After about what seemed like twenty minutes, I finally got up, cleaned the blood off the floor, cleaned the blood off the wall, cleaned the blood off the sink, and cleaned the blood running down my arm. I needed to do something.
"Hi, it's Adrienne. Leave a message." Beeep.
"Hey babe. It's Billie Joe. Listen, sweetie, I really need you to come home. Please. I need you. I love you so much. I need you, I need you." I repeated 'I need you' about fifteen times before I actually hung up the phone.
"Hey, you've reached the Armstrong's. We're not able to come to the phone right now, but if you leave your name and number, we'll get back to you as soon as possible. Thanks." Beeep.
"Hi. It's Adie. I'm in Minnesota with my friend Laurie."
Once I got that message, I didn't care that her voice still sounded mad at me. I was just so happy to hear her voice at all!
"OH MY GOD!", I screamed. "SHE'S IN MINNESOTA."
