"Billie, Doesn't That Ceiling Just Want To Make You Cry?", chapter 4
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I just stared at him. The first thing that went through my mind was flashed through my mind was:
Stella. Annie. Billie. Tre. Green day.
Death.
And then it felt like my heart stopped. I collapsed against my bed. The doctor rushed to my side.
"There's no pulse! Get the zapper thingy!" he screamed.
"The shocker you mean!" the surgeon corrected him.
"Yes, whatever!"
They called the paramedics in the building and they came 5 seconds later, ripping off my jacket, and unbutton my shirt. They put the electric pads against my chest and let a rip. They shocked once. They shocked twice.
Meanwhile, in my head...
I swam in a sea of darkness as I heard someone calling my name.
Mike...
I didn't see anyone.
Michael...
A dreamy voice that sounded familiar echoed threw my mind. I saw a bright light. The voice got closer.
Michael...
The light suddenly disappeared as a felt something force its way threw my chest. The voice wore away with each vibration. I heard other voices. Suddenly I jerked awake.
I opened my eyes to see people looking down at me. One a woman holding a something weird in her hands with gloves. I realized I head no shirt. It felt like deja vu.
You lose your memory and got no shirt...
Ok, this is awkward...
"He's alive!" the doctor screamed. Everyone looked at him weird. "I mean, he's alive." He said casually.
"Are you feeling alright?" the surgeon asked.
"Uh, yeah what happened?" I was feeling very uncomfortable having like 10 people staring down at me.
"You heart had a sudden shock." The woman said. They helped me to my bed and the paramedics left. It was just the doctor and the surgeon and me.
"Why did I have I shock?" I asked confused.
"Because I told you, you only had 3 weeks left to live." The doctor explained.
"Oh, yah." I said remembering. That's when my brain started working.
"WHAT?!" I screamed at him, "I CAN'T DIE IN 3 WEEKS! I'M TOO YOUNG TO DIE! WHAT ABOUT MY DAUGHTER?! WHAT ABOUT GREEN DAY?!"
"Calm down, Mr. Pritchard!" the surgeon tried to stop me from yelling.
"Calm down? CALM DOWN? HOW CAN I CALM DOWN WHEN I JUST FOUND OUT I'M GONNA FUCKING DIE?"
"I'm sorry but there's nothing we can do." The doctor told me.
"So that's it then." I started getting choked up, "I'm gonna die in 21 days and then what? W-what's gonna happen? T-to my family, to my friends and... and Green Day and... "
They said nothing.
I buried my face in my pillow and I started to cry. I heard them leave. I cried in an empty room that night. My world was corrupt.
I don't want to die... . I want to live...
Why? Why did have to be me? Why me?
What's gonna happen to green day? Billie, Tre...
What about Stella? She won't have a dad any more...
Annie, she won't have an ex-husband anymore...
Joey, Jakob, Ramona, Frankito...
Coffee... my coffee...
What about the world? The fans? The press, what's the media gonna say?
Who's gonna help Billie and Tre stop Bush from destroying the country?
Touring, concerts, grammys...
How did this happen? I didn't even see it coming...
Now, I'm gonna die and what's gonna happen to everyone else? What will they do without me?
I cried myself to sleep that night, fucked up and spun out in my room.
I'm on my own, here I go...
Stella. Annie. Billie. Tre. Green day.
Death.
And then it felt like my heart stopped. I collapsed against my bed. The doctor rushed to my side.
"There's no pulse! Get the zapper thingy!" he screamed.
"The shocker you mean!" the surgeon corrected him.
"Yes, whatever!"
They called the paramedics in the building and they came 5 seconds later, ripping off my jacket, and unbutton my shirt. They put the electric pads against my chest and let a rip. They shocked once. They shocked twice.
Meanwhile, in my head...
I swam in a sea of darkness as I heard someone calling my name.
Mike...
I didn't see anyone.
Michael...
A dreamy voice that sounded familiar echoed threw my mind. I saw a bright light. The voice got closer.
Michael...
The light suddenly disappeared as a felt something force its way threw my chest. The voice wore away with each vibration. I heard other voices. Suddenly I jerked awake.
I opened my eyes to see people looking down at me. One a woman holding a something weird in her hands with gloves. I realized I head no shirt. It felt like deja vu.
You lose your memory and got no shirt...
Ok, this is awkward...
"He's alive!" the doctor screamed. Everyone looked at him weird. "I mean, he's alive." He said casually.
"Are you feeling alright?" the surgeon asked.
"Uh, yeah what happened?" I was feeling very uncomfortable having like 10 people staring down at me.
"You heart had a sudden shock." The woman said. They helped me to my bed and the paramedics left. It was just the doctor and the surgeon and me.
"Why did I have I shock?" I asked confused.
"Because I told you, you only had 3 weeks left to live." The doctor explained.
"Oh, yah." I said remembering. That's when my brain started working.
"WHAT?!" I screamed at him, "I CAN'T DIE IN 3 WEEKS! I'M TOO YOUNG TO DIE! WHAT ABOUT MY DAUGHTER?! WHAT ABOUT GREEN DAY?!"
"Calm down, Mr. Pritchard!" the surgeon tried to stop me from yelling.
"Calm down? CALM DOWN? HOW CAN I CALM DOWN WHEN I JUST FOUND OUT I'M GONNA FUCKING DIE?"
"I'm sorry but there's nothing we can do." The doctor told me.
"So that's it then." I started getting choked up, "I'm gonna die in 21 days and then what? W-what's gonna happen? T-to my family, to my friends and... and Green Day and... "
They said nothing.
I buried my face in my pillow and I started to cry. I heard them leave. I cried in an empty room that night. My world was corrupt.
I don't want to die... . I want to live...
Why? Why did have to be me? Why me?
What's gonna happen to green day? Billie, Tre...
What about Stella? She won't have a dad any more...
Annie, she won't have an ex-husband anymore...
Joey, Jakob, Ramona, Frankito...
Coffee... my coffee...
What about the world? The fans? The press, what's the media gonna say?
Who's gonna help Billie and Tre stop Bush from destroying the country?
Touring, concerts, grammys...
How did this happen? I didn't even see it coming...
Now, I'm gonna die and what's gonna happen to everyone else? What will they do without me?
I cried myself to sleep that night, fucked up and spun out in my room.
I'm on my own, here I go...
