This is the tale of my life., chapter 3

I...I couldn't understand it. Why had I drawn a black ring? Just a black ring. Hmm, oh well. I sat down on the floor just, staring at this...Thing I had drawn.
It gave me the creeps.

I just sat there; I didn't notice Billie coming into the room.

"Mike? Mike, you okay? Mike, answer me!"

But I didn't answer. He violantly shook me, but I didn't respond. My mouth couldn't find the right words.

Not anymore.

I could see Billie calling Tre, and sure enough he came round also yelling my name. But no one helped.

"Micheal Ryan Pritchard!" Billie yelled at the top of his lungs. Now that caught my attention. I looked at him sharply.

"What the hell is wrong with you!?!" Tre yelled at me and in, sort of, anger.

I just looked at him, not speaking. Billie was just looking at this...Thing I had drawn. He shook his head in anger.

"Mike, what the hell has happend to you? What happend to the Mike Dirnt I knew?!"

I simply looked at him. My eyes were cold and dead, showing no life in them whatsoever.

"He died..he died Billie Joe, and he's never coming back."

That was the last time I saw them.

3 months on...

And now...I'm here, sitting in my house still. I can't move...it's either that, or I don't want to...

Maybe both, I thought.

I have become weak. Too weak.

I'm way too thin now. Normally I would cry myself to sleep; it always helps me. My skin is pale. I haven't been outside for three months.

Then, I saw him. Billie Joe Armstrong.

He sighed a bit and pulled me to my feet. He looked at me.

"You look like shit, Mike." He laughed a bit. Heck. I even had to smile at this. He was right, in his own demented way, of course.

"Come on. Wanna grabb a coffee and a bite to eat?"

I nodded. Man, I need him sometimes. So we walked out of the house. I hissed as the sunlight hit my face.

Billie couldn't help but chuckle at this.

"Come on, Count Mikeula, you'll get used to it."

I smiled and we walked down the road for a bit.

After hitting the Starbucks and grabbing something to eat, I felt...well, I felt normal again! Something I thought I would never be again.

Tre came by later. He smiled and we began talking again.

But there was one thing missing. Stella. My hero.. I miss her. I get letters, every now and then, always saying the same thing.

"Daddy, I miss you. I wish I could come and stay with you!

I wish that I could, Hero..I wish I could.

Soon Tre left; he had Frankito to go to.

Billie knew how hard it was for me without Stella now.

"Mike, come on, man. She's not gone, is she?"

I sadly shook my head.

"She'll be back, Mike. Don't you worry," he said, sort of reassuring me.

I nodded, but then a thought raced through my mind.

When will she be back? This thought will always plague my mind 'til she comes home to me.