Ghost Girl, chapter 3
"Trè, Trè! Where are you? You can come in now!" Mike called down into the darkness. A minute passed, Mike went to get coffee. Two minutes, Trè came in, staggering slightly and pale as a ghost.
"Trè, mate, what happened? Are you alright?" Billie Joe asked as Trè sat on the couch with his head in his hands.
"You look like you've seen a ghost" commented Mike coming in, coffee in hand.
"She's dead! I saw her but she died three years ago!" Trè almost shouted. He was shaking like hell and he was breathing hard. Mike (plus coffee) came to join Billie Joe and Trè on the couch.
"Trè, what happened?" Said Billie Joe; he was confused as hell, and getting pissed off at the fact that Trè didn't seem to understand him.
Très P.O.V
I have to tell them. One of our fans was killed on the way back from our concert and has come back as a ghost to haunt me, the drummer of her favourite band. But my mouth and brain just don't seem to be connected at the moment, damnit! I just keep shouting random things.
"That girl who gave me directions, she's a ghost!" I her myself almost yell. Fuck.
Billie Joe and Mike are gonna think I'm fucking mental.
Billie Joe's P.O.V
Très finally lost it, I mean come on, ghosts don't fucking well exist. I might have to stop the tour if I'm gonna have to put up with this.
Mike's P.O.V
Great, Trè just got madder.
I left the other two to get some more coffee; they are really starting to bug me.
Shit! We can't have run outta coffee already! I could have sworn we had another half-jar. Great I'll have to buy more tomorrow.
Normal P.O.V
"Trè, ghost's don't exist." Reassured Billie Joe while Mike walked into their room saying;
" I think Très tired, we should go to bed."
* * *
Trè went to bed and lay down, eventually he fell into an uneasy sleep, dreaming his Trèish dreams.
He went back in time to backstage at their 2005 concert. It was when he and the guys got piss-ass drunk. Grinning to himself, he knew that he could hardly remember anything, he had done. He wondered what he had done.
Him and the guys were now walking out the door, laughing and singing (out of key) loudly.
Trè looked around, no one had noticed him at all. So he followed himself, Mike and Billie Joe out the door. Eventually Mike declared he was tired and staggered off in the direction of the hotel.
Trè and Billie Joe, meanwhile were staggering along, laughing and yelling. Trè was following them, thinking that it hadn't been to bad after all, when he heard a girls voice from behind him.
"Are you ok?" The voice stirred up memories, both bad and good.
"What'd you say?" Slurred Billie Joe drunkenly, suddenly angry.
"No need to get angry." Said the girl coolly. "I was just saying that two rock gods, wandering around, drunk, is a bit worrying."
"Yeah, well you thought wrong." Snarled Billie Joe, taking a step towards her. He wasn't much taller than her, but somehow he managed to make himself look tall. He always did that when he was angry.
"Did I?" Said the girl as she to took a step forward. As she came into the light of a streetlight, Trè recognised her. It was Hannah.
"Yeah, you did." Billie snapped drunkenly. Past-Trè giggled. Trè was in a complete state of shock. He wanted to wake up and forget this, but he couldn't.
"Come on." Billie Joe slurred, grabbing her wrist and dragging her towards his car.
"Get off me! What the fuck do you think you're doing!" Hannah shouted, as Billie Joe forced her into the back seat, shut the door and locked it. Billie Joe and past-Trè got in the front.
Suddenly Trè found himself in the back seat, sitting next to Hannah, who was wearing a Green Day T-shirt. "Let me out!" She shouted.
"Shut the fuck up, you whore." Snarled Billie Joe, he turned around while driving and slapped her, hard across the face. She let out a small gasp and put her hand to her cheek. She stared at them, a mixture of fear, sadness and anger in her eyes.
Finally after about ten minutes, Billie Joe stopped the car and opened up her door. Hannah jumped out and tried to run, but Billie Joe grabbed her wrist and snarled; "Your not going anywhere." He let her go, and she stood there panting slightly.
Trè climbed out the car and looked at their surroundings. They were in a small dark alleyway, somewhere far from communication.
Past-Trè giggled again. Hannah tried to bolt, but Billie Joe pushed her back. Trè was praying that what he thought was going to happen, wasn't going to happen.
"Go away! I need to get home!" Hannah shouted. She made a dash for it but Billie Joe shouted "Come back here you slut!"
Hannah turned about two meters from him and shouted, "I used to think you were the greatest thing on earth, now, I'm not so sure." Past-Trè giggled again.
Billie Joe walked slowly up to her. His hand was fiddling around in his pocket for something. "Is that so, Bitch?" He asked, calm as hell. Trè saw him pull out a small penknife.
"You're gonna regret that." He said quietly. Past-Trè was getting hyper and giggling almost non-stop.
Trè felt sick to his stomach, he knew what was coming.
Hannah nodded. Trè barely saw what happened next, Billie Joe's hand (the one holding the penknife) swung back and then, swung forwards, hitting Hannah in the chest.
Billie Joe pulled his hand away, pulling the penknife out of Hannah.
She swayed slightly, blood gushing out of the wound. "I will come back, you won't forget me. You're gonna regret this, for the rest of your life." She said, before Billie Joe's hand swung forwards again, stabbing her a second time. Trè was yelling, past-Trè was laughing, Billie Joe was smirking, he yanked the penknife out of Hannah, she fell in a crumpled and bleeding heap to the floor, where she lay, perfectly still.
Billie Joe and past Trè walked off, staggering, laughing and singing loudly. Trè felt his eyes prick with tears, no wonder Hannah had come back to haunt him, he had watched her die and not done anything.
Suddenly he felt the air around him swirling, everything was fading, he didn't acre if he was dying, at least it would rid him of the guilt he was feeling.
* * *
Trè woke up in a cold sweat, he was trembling like hell. He glanced around him and relaxed slightly. He was still in the same hotel as he had fallen asleep in.
Someone sobbed, it was coming from the end of his bed. Cautiously, he reached over to the side of his bed and switched on the bedside lamp.
It was Billie Joe, he was sitting by the end of Très bed crying.
"Billie, what's wrong?" Asked Trè.
"She's dead." Sobbed Billie. "She's dead and I killed her."
"Trè, mate, what happened? Are you alright?" Billie Joe asked as Trè sat on the couch with his head in his hands.
"You look like you've seen a ghost" commented Mike coming in, coffee in hand.
"She's dead! I saw her but she died three years ago!" Trè almost shouted. He was shaking like hell and he was breathing hard. Mike (plus coffee) came to join Billie Joe and Trè on the couch.
"Trè, what happened?" Said Billie Joe; he was confused as hell, and getting pissed off at the fact that Trè didn't seem to understand him.
Très P.O.V
I have to tell them. One of our fans was killed on the way back from our concert and has come back as a ghost to haunt me, the drummer of her favourite band. But my mouth and brain just don't seem to be connected at the moment, damnit! I just keep shouting random things.
"That girl who gave me directions, she's a ghost!" I her myself almost yell. Fuck.
Billie Joe and Mike are gonna think I'm fucking mental.
Billie Joe's P.O.V
Très finally lost it, I mean come on, ghosts don't fucking well exist. I might have to stop the tour if I'm gonna have to put up with this.
Mike's P.O.V
Great, Trè just got madder.
I left the other two to get some more coffee; they are really starting to bug me.
Shit! We can't have run outta coffee already! I could have sworn we had another half-jar. Great I'll have to buy more tomorrow.
Normal P.O.V
"Trè, ghost's don't exist." Reassured Billie Joe while Mike walked into their room saying;
" I think Très tired, we should go to bed."
* * *
Trè went to bed and lay down, eventually he fell into an uneasy sleep, dreaming his Trèish dreams.
He went back in time to backstage at their 2005 concert. It was when he and the guys got piss-ass drunk. Grinning to himself, he knew that he could hardly remember anything, he had done. He wondered what he had done.
Him and the guys were now walking out the door, laughing and singing (out of key) loudly.
Trè looked around, no one had noticed him at all. So he followed himself, Mike and Billie Joe out the door. Eventually Mike declared he was tired and staggered off in the direction of the hotel.
Trè and Billie Joe, meanwhile were staggering along, laughing and yelling. Trè was following them, thinking that it hadn't been to bad after all, when he heard a girls voice from behind him.
"Are you ok?" The voice stirred up memories, both bad and good.
"What'd you say?" Slurred Billie Joe drunkenly, suddenly angry.
"No need to get angry." Said the girl coolly. "I was just saying that two rock gods, wandering around, drunk, is a bit worrying."
"Yeah, well you thought wrong." Snarled Billie Joe, taking a step towards her. He wasn't much taller than her, but somehow he managed to make himself look tall. He always did that when he was angry.
"Did I?" Said the girl as she to took a step forward. As she came into the light of a streetlight, Trè recognised her. It was Hannah.
"Yeah, you did." Billie snapped drunkenly. Past-Trè giggled. Trè was in a complete state of shock. He wanted to wake up and forget this, but he couldn't.
"Come on." Billie Joe slurred, grabbing her wrist and dragging her towards his car.
"Get off me! What the fuck do you think you're doing!" Hannah shouted, as Billie Joe forced her into the back seat, shut the door and locked it. Billie Joe and past-Trè got in the front.
Suddenly Trè found himself in the back seat, sitting next to Hannah, who was wearing a Green Day T-shirt. "Let me out!" She shouted.
"Shut the fuck up, you whore." Snarled Billie Joe, he turned around while driving and slapped her, hard across the face. She let out a small gasp and put her hand to her cheek. She stared at them, a mixture of fear, sadness and anger in her eyes.
Finally after about ten minutes, Billie Joe stopped the car and opened up her door. Hannah jumped out and tried to run, but Billie Joe grabbed her wrist and snarled; "Your not going anywhere." He let her go, and she stood there panting slightly.
Trè climbed out the car and looked at their surroundings. They were in a small dark alleyway, somewhere far from communication.
Past-Trè giggled again. Hannah tried to bolt, but Billie Joe pushed her back. Trè was praying that what he thought was going to happen, wasn't going to happen.
"Go away! I need to get home!" Hannah shouted. She made a dash for it but Billie Joe shouted "Come back here you slut!"
Hannah turned about two meters from him and shouted, "I used to think you were the greatest thing on earth, now, I'm not so sure." Past-Trè giggled again.
Billie Joe walked slowly up to her. His hand was fiddling around in his pocket for something. "Is that so, Bitch?" He asked, calm as hell. Trè saw him pull out a small penknife.
"You're gonna regret that." He said quietly. Past-Trè was getting hyper and giggling almost non-stop.
Trè felt sick to his stomach, he knew what was coming.
Hannah nodded. Trè barely saw what happened next, Billie Joe's hand (the one holding the penknife) swung back and then, swung forwards, hitting Hannah in the chest.
Billie Joe pulled his hand away, pulling the penknife out of Hannah.
She swayed slightly, blood gushing out of the wound. "I will come back, you won't forget me. You're gonna regret this, for the rest of your life." She said, before Billie Joe's hand swung forwards again, stabbing her a second time. Trè was yelling, past-Trè was laughing, Billie Joe was smirking, he yanked the penknife out of Hannah, she fell in a crumpled and bleeding heap to the floor, where she lay, perfectly still.
Billie Joe and past Trè walked off, staggering, laughing and singing loudly. Trè felt his eyes prick with tears, no wonder Hannah had come back to haunt him, he had watched her die and not done anything.
Suddenly he felt the air around him swirling, everything was fading, he didn't acre if he was dying, at least it would rid him of the guilt he was feeling.
* * *
Trè woke up in a cold sweat, he was trembling like hell. He glanced around him and relaxed slightly. He was still in the same hotel as he had fallen asleep in.
Someone sobbed, it was coming from the end of his bed. Cautiously, he reached over to the side of his bed and switched on the bedside lamp.
It was Billie Joe, he was sitting by the end of Très bed crying.
"Billie, what's wrong?" Asked Trè.
"She's dead." Sobbed Billie. "She's dead and I killed her."
