Mom, Why Didn't You Tell Me?, chapter 2
I woke up in the same spot I passed out at.
What dumb asses they never even noticed I was here!
I watched as they zipped the bodies up. I started shaking again as the memory of the gun shots ring through my ears.
I wish I was alone.
I finally found the strength to stand. Where I found it, I'm not sure. A million things were going through my head. I keep hearing my dad's voice. The last words he said:
"I don't love you - nobody does! So why don't you do everyone a favor and die..."
As soon as I stood up on my wobbly legs I was finally noticed.
"Miss, how did you get in here? No ones suppose to be in here.." a police officer told me. Dumb ass..
"I've been here the whole time," I said my voice quivering. I started shaking more. I felt like I could puke. "I passed out in the corner".
I spotted his gun and walked away. I looked out the window wishing I could throw my body out the window - and end my life. I know my mom wouldn't want me to though. So I stayed put. A woman police officer walked up to me.
"Hi, my name is Stacy," she told me kindly, "do you have any family you can call?"
"My whole family is dead," I paused, "except one".
"Do you have their phone number?" She asked.
"No," I said, "I don't know him, he's my real dad".
"Do you know where your mom has your birth certificate?" she asked. She's friendly and all but I wish she would just shut up.
"Yeah follow me," I said feeling that I could just pass out again.
We went to the garage to a file cabinet. I opened it and took out my birth certificate. My mom never let me see it she said that I might ruin it. I believed her too.
"Here you go" She looked at it. It looked like she was hesitating to tell me. "Your father is Billie Joe Armstrong".
If this wasn't such a serious matter I wouldn't have believed her.
"Are you sure?" I said. I knew she was I just didn't know what to say.
"Yeah, positive," she said kindly. I tried my best to try and not get mad but I couldn't help it. The words 'why did you leave me?' flooded my brain.
"I'll have to bring you to an adoption center until I can find him," she said, a look of sorry in here eyes.
"Do I have to..?" I whined a little.
"You have no where else to go," she said in a kind tone.
"Okay," was all I can say.
"You can bring a few things when you get a permanent home you can take everything else"
"I'm going to go pack," I say still lost for words.
I went inside and up to my room. There weren't many cops around now. I went in my mom's room to get a suitcase and bring it back to my room. I opened the suitcase up and there I found a box. It was a black and red Vans box, on the top in permanent marker it said:
You and Me
What dumb asses they never even noticed I was here!
I watched as they zipped the bodies up. I started shaking again as the memory of the gun shots ring through my ears.
I wish I was alone.
I finally found the strength to stand. Where I found it, I'm not sure. A million things were going through my head. I keep hearing my dad's voice. The last words he said:
"I don't love you - nobody does! So why don't you do everyone a favor and die..."
As soon as I stood up on my wobbly legs I was finally noticed.
"Miss, how did you get in here? No ones suppose to be in here.." a police officer told me. Dumb ass..
"I've been here the whole time," I said my voice quivering. I started shaking more. I felt like I could puke. "I passed out in the corner".
I spotted his gun and walked away. I looked out the window wishing I could throw my body out the window - and end my life. I know my mom wouldn't want me to though. So I stayed put. A woman police officer walked up to me.
"Hi, my name is Stacy," she told me kindly, "do you have any family you can call?"
"My whole family is dead," I paused, "except one".
"Do you have their phone number?" She asked.
"No," I said, "I don't know him, he's my real dad".
"Do you know where your mom has your birth certificate?" she asked. She's friendly and all but I wish she would just shut up.
"Yeah follow me," I said feeling that I could just pass out again.
We went to the garage to a file cabinet. I opened it and took out my birth certificate. My mom never let me see it she said that I might ruin it. I believed her too.
"Here you go" She looked at it. It looked like she was hesitating to tell me. "Your father is Billie Joe Armstrong".
If this wasn't such a serious matter I wouldn't have believed her.
"Are you sure?" I said. I knew she was I just didn't know what to say.
"Yeah, positive," she said kindly. I tried my best to try and not get mad but I couldn't help it. The words 'why did you leave me?' flooded my brain.
"I'll have to bring you to an adoption center until I can find him," she said, a look of sorry in here eyes.
"Do I have to..?" I whined a little.
"You have no where else to go," she said in a kind tone.
"Okay," was all I can say.
"You can bring a few things when you get a permanent home you can take everything else"
"I'm going to go pack," I say still lost for words.
I went inside and up to my room. There weren't many cops around now. I went in my mom's room to get a suitcase and bring it back to my room. I opened the suitcase up and there I found a box. It was a black and red Vans box, on the top in permanent marker it said:
You and Me
