Silent Tears, chapter 2
*Billie Joe's P.O.V*
I walk into the orphanage and am immediately greeted by a preppy blond helper. She looks friendly, unlike some preps.
"Hi, umm... What's your name, please?" She asks, eyebrows raised.
"Armstrong, Billie Joe Armstrong." I reply. "You approved me of adoption last week." She leafs through several papers, frowning slightly.
"Oh yes, Mr Armstrong." She says finally. "It says you want a child (preferably teenager) with problems." She looks up.
"Yeah, I want to help them." I say. "Have you got any kids like that?"
"There's one... But she's too problematic, we're not allowed to give her up, unless we think that person can help her." The woman says quickly.
"Because... " I encourage.
"She's anorexic, we think she's mute, she's an insomniac, she gets depression, she's a self-harmer... oh yeah, and she gets bullied at school." The woman lists off, like she's done this a million times before.
"How old is she?" I ask.
"14, nearly 15. She's a lovely girl, we've had loads of people interested, but none of them could give her the time, attention and help she needs." The woman laughs. I feel myself make an unconscious decision, I'm not gonna be like the others, I'm gonna help that girl.
"Can I meet her?" I almost beg. That girl has real problems; I want to help her.
"Sure." The woman smiles. She gets up and takes three books from her desk. "They're for Skye." She says, indicating the books. I nod.
We walk along this corridor, then stop at this door with "SKYE" written on it in tip-ex.
*Normal P.O.V*
The woman knocked three times, then gently pushed the door open, she walked in with Billie Joe following her.
The room was small, painted black with shit-loads of posters of Green Day, My Chemical Romance, The Sex Pistols, The Red Hot Chili Peppers... and loads of other bands all over the walls. In one corner there was a CD player, with a huge CD rack next to it, full of CD's. In another corner there's two guitars, a bass and an electric guitar. The bed was just sticking out into the middle of the room, on it a girl was lying down, reading.
The woman walked over to her. Skye looked up. "Skye, there's someone here to see you. You're nearly done with that book?" Skye nodded. "Good, I got you a few more out earlier." She dropped the books by the bed and walked out.
*Billie Joe's P.O.V*
I walk over to Skye. "You like Green Day?" I inquire, hoping to get her to speak. She merely looks up, giving me this 'well duh' look.
Suddenly she seems to see me, her eyes widen. She puts her book down, reaches above her bed and gently taps one of the many posters, it's a poster of me.
"Yeah, it's me." I say, almost crying. Why can't she speak? I know she won't but I can understand her as well as if she was, I don't know how I'm doing that. This lovely little smile spreads across her face.
I look above her bed and see this picture of this man. "Who's that?" I ask.
*Skye's P.O.V*
It's dad, oh god, why isn't my mouth working, I really want to tell him it's my dad, but I can't, why can't I?
*Billie Joe's P.O.V*
She doesn't reply. I start to feel that it might be a waste of time, when she reaches for it and gently pulls it down.
She gives it to me and I turn it over. On the back in thin, spidery handwriting, it says 'Dad with me (age three)' I turn it back over. The man is holding this little girl, they both look so happy.
I feel my eyes prick slightly, but quickly push the feeling to one side. I can't cry, I don't even know this girl. I look at her. "You wanna get adopted?" I ask.
I walk into the orphanage and am immediately greeted by a preppy blond helper. She looks friendly, unlike some preps.
"Hi, umm... What's your name, please?" She asks, eyebrows raised.
"Armstrong, Billie Joe Armstrong." I reply. "You approved me of adoption last week." She leafs through several papers, frowning slightly.
"Oh yes, Mr Armstrong." She says finally. "It says you want a child (preferably teenager) with problems." She looks up.
"Yeah, I want to help them." I say. "Have you got any kids like that?"
"There's one... But she's too problematic, we're not allowed to give her up, unless we think that person can help her." The woman says quickly.
"Because... " I encourage.
"She's anorexic, we think she's mute, she's an insomniac, she gets depression, she's a self-harmer... oh yeah, and she gets bullied at school." The woman lists off, like she's done this a million times before.
"How old is she?" I ask.
"14, nearly 15. She's a lovely girl, we've had loads of people interested, but none of them could give her the time, attention and help she needs." The woman laughs. I feel myself make an unconscious decision, I'm not gonna be like the others, I'm gonna help that girl.
"Can I meet her?" I almost beg. That girl has real problems; I want to help her.
"Sure." The woman smiles. She gets up and takes three books from her desk. "They're for Skye." She says, indicating the books. I nod.
We walk along this corridor, then stop at this door with "SKYE" written on it in tip-ex.
*Normal P.O.V*
The woman knocked three times, then gently pushed the door open, she walked in with Billie Joe following her.
The room was small, painted black with shit-loads of posters of Green Day, My Chemical Romance, The Sex Pistols, The Red Hot Chili Peppers... and loads of other bands all over the walls. In one corner there was a CD player, with a huge CD rack next to it, full of CD's. In another corner there's two guitars, a bass and an electric guitar. The bed was just sticking out into the middle of the room, on it a girl was lying down, reading.
The woman walked over to her. Skye looked up. "Skye, there's someone here to see you. You're nearly done with that book?" Skye nodded. "Good, I got you a few more out earlier." She dropped the books by the bed and walked out.
*Billie Joe's P.O.V*
I walk over to Skye. "You like Green Day?" I inquire, hoping to get her to speak. She merely looks up, giving me this 'well duh' look.
Suddenly she seems to see me, her eyes widen. She puts her book down, reaches above her bed and gently taps one of the many posters, it's a poster of me.
"Yeah, it's me." I say, almost crying. Why can't she speak? I know she won't but I can understand her as well as if she was, I don't know how I'm doing that. This lovely little smile spreads across her face.
I look above her bed and see this picture of this man. "Who's that?" I ask.
*Skye's P.O.V*
It's dad, oh god, why isn't my mouth working, I really want to tell him it's my dad, but I can't, why can't I?
*Billie Joe's P.O.V*
She doesn't reply. I start to feel that it might be a waste of time, when she reaches for it and gently pulls it down.
She gives it to me and I turn it over. On the back in thin, spidery handwriting, it says 'Dad with me (age three)' I turn it back over. The man is holding this little girl, they both look so happy.
I feel my eyes prick slightly, but quickly push the feeling to one side. I can't cry, I don't even know this girl. I look at her. "You wanna get adopted?" I ask.
