I Think The Rain Is Calling Murder (Sequel of We Will Run Away), chapter 15
Billie Joe was to remain in solitary confinement until things on the outside were safer. Then again, since Jimmy had downplayed himself as of recent, everyone wanted to make sure that things wouldn't kick off as soon as it began to rain. Billie spent his time staring into space and pacing around his cell like a caged animal. Sometimes his thin legs became so weak that he could barely stand.
His bottle green eyes were pale from lack of sleep; dark circles had occupied the area on his eye sockets. His lips were starting to crack due to Billie's refusal to drink the water provided for him. Facial hair was starting to add character to his face once again; stubble added a shadow to Billie Joe's distinct jaw line and around his mouth, leaving an area of clean shaven skin. The usually straight hair on his head had returned to its natural, curly state.
Billie refused to eat, drink, or sleep. He still talked, but only to Jimmy; no one but Jimmy. Being stuck in solitary confinement and refusing to upkeep his health was pushing him to the brink of sanity. Billie's hands would constantly shake as if having a bad trip on ecstasy or LSD. His whole body would tremble if he was ever sitting down. Billie would continuously wring his hands to disguise the shaking in case someone was looking in on him. His eyes would dart around the room as if searching for something that was stalking him. When Billie would stand in a corner of the room, it would always be along the same wall as the door so no one could see him. Then he would sit down with his back pressed up against the wall, curl himself up, and shakily rock back and forth.
Nicola, Billie's psychiatrist, would sometimes go down to where Billie was being held to try and get him to talk to her. If Billie had heard her, he'd look at the door vacantly and cock his head with lips parted. A second later, Billie would look away and carry on with what he was doing, but he would never reply. Nicola had finally had enough and demanded that she be let into the room. The guards hesitated before letting her in. When the door opened, Billie Joe stopped dead in his tracks, and his head snapped round to the door. The rest of his body turned so he was facing Nicola, the door closed again, leaving Nicola and Billie in their privacy. Nicola brushed down her trouser suit and contemplated on how to approach Billie in the safest way possible. Billie mimicked Nicola's brushing motion and walked around, brushing himself down with his hands. Once satisfied, Billie Joe stopped and walked over to Nicola.
"Hello Billie," Nicola greeted; Billie put his fingers to her lips, signalling her to be quiet for a moment.
Billie Joe circled Nicola, looking at every angle of this woman. She had brown hair tied into a bun on the back of her head; her eyes were dark brown, hidden behind black rimmed glasses. Her lips were coated with red lipstick, and her make up was immaculate. Nicola was wearing a black trouser suit, but Billie couldn't see her blouse. As Nicola moved her left foot, a clacking noise was made; Billie looked down to the floor and saw black high heel shoes. The shoes made her about an inch taller than Billie. Billie came around to stand in front of Nicola and looked at her face, analyzing the resemblance to his wife once again.
"You mind if I do something?" Billie Joe asked; Nicola complied to Billie's request.
Billie carefully removed Nicola's glasses from her face and hooked them to the waistband of his trousers. After this, Billie Joe undid Nicola's blazer buttons and slid the jacket off of her shoulders and arms, revealing a white blouse. Once the jacket was off, Billie Joe took it and placed it upon the floor with great care. Then once more, careful not to hurt the woman in front of him, Billie reached behind Nicola's head and pulled out several hair grips before pinning them to his trouser waistband. Once all the grips were removed, Nicola's hair cascaded down her back. Billie looked at the young woman in front of him and moved some hair away from her face.
"There. Now I can see you," Billie said to himself, loud enough for Nicola to hear. "You're not from around here, are you?" Billie asked rhetorically.
Nicola smiled to herself. "No, I'm not. I'm from Italy," she answered as the Californian male sat down on the floor, careful not to break anything on his waistband. "Billie, I'm worried about you."
"Don't be," Billie said reassuringly, "I'll be out of here soon, then everyone will be happy," Billie continued in a high pitched voice with a psychotic fake smile; Nicola looked at her client and sighed. Billie had lost it; the smile on Billie's lips soon faded. "Everyone except Rebel."
His bottle green eyes were pale from lack of sleep; dark circles had occupied the area on his eye sockets. His lips were starting to crack due to Billie's refusal to drink the water provided for him. Facial hair was starting to add character to his face once again; stubble added a shadow to Billie Joe's distinct jaw line and around his mouth, leaving an area of clean shaven skin. The usually straight hair on his head had returned to its natural, curly state.
Billie refused to eat, drink, or sleep. He still talked, but only to Jimmy; no one but Jimmy. Being stuck in solitary confinement and refusing to upkeep his health was pushing him to the brink of sanity. Billie's hands would constantly shake as if having a bad trip on ecstasy or LSD. His whole body would tremble if he was ever sitting down. Billie would continuously wring his hands to disguise the shaking in case someone was looking in on him. His eyes would dart around the room as if searching for something that was stalking him. When Billie would stand in a corner of the room, it would always be along the same wall as the door so no one could see him. Then he would sit down with his back pressed up against the wall, curl himself up, and shakily rock back and forth.
Nicola, Billie's psychiatrist, would sometimes go down to where Billie was being held to try and get him to talk to her. If Billie had heard her, he'd look at the door vacantly and cock his head with lips parted. A second later, Billie would look away and carry on with what he was doing, but he would never reply. Nicola had finally had enough and demanded that she be let into the room. The guards hesitated before letting her in. When the door opened, Billie Joe stopped dead in his tracks, and his head snapped round to the door. The rest of his body turned so he was facing Nicola, the door closed again, leaving Nicola and Billie in their privacy. Nicola brushed down her trouser suit and contemplated on how to approach Billie in the safest way possible. Billie mimicked Nicola's brushing motion and walked around, brushing himself down with his hands. Once satisfied, Billie Joe stopped and walked over to Nicola.
"Hello Billie," Nicola greeted; Billie put his fingers to her lips, signalling her to be quiet for a moment.
Billie Joe circled Nicola, looking at every angle of this woman. She had brown hair tied into a bun on the back of her head; her eyes were dark brown, hidden behind black rimmed glasses. Her lips were coated with red lipstick, and her make up was immaculate. Nicola was wearing a black trouser suit, but Billie couldn't see her blouse. As Nicola moved her left foot, a clacking noise was made; Billie looked down to the floor and saw black high heel shoes. The shoes made her about an inch taller than Billie. Billie came around to stand in front of Nicola and looked at her face, analyzing the resemblance to his wife once again.
"You mind if I do something?" Billie Joe asked; Nicola complied to Billie's request.
Billie carefully removed Nicola's glasses from her face and hooked them to the waistband of his trousers. After this, Billie Joe undid Nicola's blazer buttons and slid the jacket off of her shoulders and arms, revealing a white blouse. Once the jacket was off, Billie Joe took it and placed it upon the floor with great care. Then once more, careful not to hurt the woman in front of him, Billie reached behind Nicola's head and pulled out several hair grips before pinning them to his trouser waistband. Once all the grips were removed, Nicola's hair cascaded down her back. Billie looked at the young woman in front of him and moved some hair away from her face.
"There. Now I can see you," Billie said to himself, loud enough for Nicola to hear. "You're not from around here, are you?" Billie asked rhetorically.
Nicola smiled to herself. "No, I'm not. I'm from Italy," she answered as the Californian male sat down on the floor, careful not to break anything on his waistband. "Billie, I'm worried about you."
"Don't be," Billie said reassuringly, "I'll be out of here soon, then everyone will be happy," Billie continued in a high pitched voice with a psychotic fake smile; Nicola looked at her client and sighed. Billie had lost it; the smile on Billie's lips soon faded. "Everyone except Rebel."
