Dear Whatsername (an old journal was all that was left), chapter 7

The next couples of weeks, Billie Joe didn't even bother reading the journal, or getting out of bed as a matter of fact. He would only get up to get another beer, or when he needed to piss. He felt so betrayed, not only by Mike and Tre, but Layla also. He spent his time wondering why Layla pushed him away, in the times she needed him the most, most importantly he spent the time wondering why she would tell him.

A week later Billie Joe finally decided to get his ass of the bed for good. He didn't feel like he was ready to read the journal so instead he turned on the television. After switching the channels for awhile he gave up. There's was nothing good on television, only so called reality show and President George Bush talking nonsense.

"Fuck! all these people in TV are a bunch of idiots! What is wrong with America now in day."

Feeling inspired by America being full of idiots Billie got sheet of paper of the floor and started writing...

Don't wanna be an American idiot
Don't want a nation under the new mania
And can you hear the sound of hysteria
The subliminal mind fuck America
Welcome to a new kind of tension
All across the alien nation
Where everything isn't meant to be okay
Television dreams of tomorrow
We're not the ones meant to follow
For that's enough to argue

Maybe I am the faggot America
I'm not a part of a redneck agenda
Now everybody do the propaganda
And sing along to the age of paranoia
Welcome to a new kind of tension
All across the alien nation
Everything isn't meant to be okay
Television dreams of tomorrow
We're not the ones meant to follow
For that's enough to argue

Don't want to be an American idiot
One nation controlled by the media
Information age of hysteria
Calling out to idiot America
Welcome to a new kind of tension
All across the alien nation
Everything isn't meant to be okay
Television dreams of tomorrow
We're not the ones meant to follow
For that's enough to argue

So Billie, what are you going to do now? he asked himself as he sat on the edge of his bed. He sat there looking at the journal and then looking away. He did this for at least 10 minuets until he decided to read it.

"Ahhggg, fine, I'll read it!" The last time he read the journal he stopped after the first sentence.

Dear Whatsername,

I just arrived from chemo. So tired...every time I'm done with the sessions, I feel as a apart of my life has been taken away from me. When I arrived from the doctor, Mike and Tre were there waiting. They know...yes they do. They reacted as how I expected them to react. They looked so scared and afraid to touch me, as if they were to come in contact with me they would get cancer. It made me feel so bad...

After making them promise not to tell Billie Joe anything I went inside my house. I couldn't stand them looking at me with there stupid pity face. Is that how everyone is going treat me once they know I'm dying? Will they give me that stupid pity face once my hair falls? Man I'm scared! I wish I could talk to Billie, he always knows what to say to comfort me. But no, I won't, if Billie treated me that way, I would just die. He can't know! I'm sure I could get through this. The maybe thinks could get back to normal and maybe, just maybe I could get back with Billie Joe. The doctor said there was a pretty big chance of me dying, but I know I won't! I have to make it through! I'm only 17, God can't be that unfair...

Billie Joe closed the journal. He wouldn't have treated her that way. If only he was the one who knew.

But she's alive! he just saw the picture of her hanging on the wall at the coffee shop.

"She did make it!" he thought as he made his way down the stairs of the hotel.