I'm Lost For Words, chapter 4
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Ollie arived at the hospital to pick up her son. She walked in anirectly to the nurses station. "Hello, you contacted me to pick up my son, do to the death of his father." She said holding back tears. Her husband had died, and in front of thier youngest son. The feeling within her body and soul were undescribable, she felt so alone, so lost. Everything had collapsed around her. she wanted more than anything to run to the room her husband had been in and make sertain he was not actually gone, just sleeping soundly.
"Mrs. Armstrong?" asked the nurse that had contacted her.
"Yes, I'm here to pick up Billie Joe."
"Well, there is a tiny problem ma'am."
"Problem? What kind of problem? Is he okay? Did he hurt himself? He's been known to be carless when he's upset," Ollie said with a feeling of fear rushing through her.
"Um, not exactly, he..."
"Oh thank God. Is he in the room with his father?"
"No, he's..."
"Well where is he?" Ollie asked, cutting the nurse off the second time.
"If you'd let me talk, you'd know by now that he isn't here. After I contacted you, I returned to the room, and he was gone. We haven't the slightest idea where that boy went off to, but as far as we know, he's left the hospital."
"Gone? You left him alone so he could disappear? How stupid can you be? He's only ten years old, and you left him alone right after his father died! Why didn't you call me back?! I need to know where my son is!"
"Mrs. Armstrong, please, calm down. we can call the police and the will find him in no time."
"I'll find him myself," Ollie said and stormed out of the hospital. She got into her car and started to cry. She was lost. Andy had died, Billie Joe was missing, and her other children would be waiting for her. It was all so overwelming. It all hurt so bad, that she had a headache. A migrain more like, a throbbing pounding migrain, that was eating away at the stability she'd held onto for the past five months. Finally she wiped away her tears and started the car and set out to look for Billie Joe.
***
At Mike's house, Billie Joe sat on Mike's bedroom floor, playing with the fernandes starcoaster. He said nothing, just sat, struming on the guitar. It wasn't plugged in, so it made no real sound, no music.
"Hey man, could you tell me why you came her without notice?" Mike asked.
"My dad died today, and I was there when it happened I was the only one there when it happened, and I watched my hero die." Billie said with anger. He was upset at being asked the question, he hated it with a passion. Everything was painful, and his head still hurt."Hey, could you ask your mom if I could have some asprine or something? My head is pounding, and I can't take it anymore."
"Sure, but you know my mom is gonna call your mom. I mean, why'd you come here? When your mom finds you, she's going to flip out."
"Mike, shut up. I was suposed to wait at the hospital for my mom, but I couldn't stay there. I just couldn't do it. I need to be away from my house, and if your mom calls mine, I'll run from here to. I can't go home, not with the way the rest of my family is going to take it," Billie said, some how begining to cry. It was too much for him to bear, and he couldn't stand the pain inside, he wanted to go to sleep, and not wake up until September had ended.
***
A few weeks pased and Billie had turned his pain into bitter anger. His father's funeral was the worst day of his life. He stood next to his sister Anna whiel she cried so hard he was positive her head would explode. His mother stood at his other side, also crying a great deal, in her black dress and hat. Her mascara bled down her face, as did Anna's. The rest of his sisters cried, and his brother stood silent with there heads down much like he did. He was sad, and hurt that God had taken his father away. How could that happen to him? Why did it happen to him? He had so many questions, and feelings inside that were killing him.
After the actual ceremony, they returnd to the home they had shared with the man they had just put six feet underground. Ollie prepared a dinner for all that had attended the funeral, but everybody more picked at it than actually ate it. Anna locked herself in her bedroom and cried herself into a deep sleep. Billie stayed in the family room with his mother and brothers. It was silent, and akward, but they stayed together. Billie didn't dare speak, for fear of breaking the moment of honering his father.
The pain was tormenting him. He'd been having nightmares at night about watching his father die. The one person that ment anything to him was gone. It seemed so pointless to love anybody ever again, because sooner or later, he'd lose them as well. He was afraid of loving some body, he couldn't handle the lose of another person in his life.
He finally went to his own room, and plugged in the guitar that ment so much to him. The only piece of his father's memory he could bear. He started to play it softly, and then with more fury and passion, until the sound waves drownt out all his surrondings, and all his pain. The pain he felt drenched in, the pain that he felt would never leave him. And though his memory would rest, it would never forget what he lost.
"Mrs. Armstrong?" asked the nurse that had contacted her.
"Yes, I'm here to pick up Billie Joe."
"Well, there is a tiny problem ma'am."
"Problem? What kind of problem? Is he okay? Did he hurt himself? He's been known to be carless when he's upset," Ollie said with a feeling of fear rushing through her.
"Um, not exactly, he..."
"Oh thank God. Is he in the room with his father?"
"No, he's..."
"Well where is he?" Ollie asked, cutting the nurse off the second time.
"If you'd let me talk, you'd know by now that he isn't here. After I contacted you, I returned to the room, and he was gone. We haven't the slightest idea where that boy went off to, but as far as we know, he's left the hospital."
"Gone? You left him alone so he could disappear? How stupid can you be? He's only ten years old, and you left him alone right after his father died! Why didn't you call me back?! I need to know where my son is!"
"Mrs. Armstrong, please, calm down. we can call the police and the will find him in no time."
"I'll find him myself," Ollie said and stormed out of the hospital. She got into her car and started to cry. She was lost. Andy had died, Billie Joe was missing, and her other children would be waiting for her. It was all so overwelming. It all hurt so bad, that she had a headache. A migrain more like, a throbbing pounding migrain, that was eating away at the stability she'd held onto for the past five months. Finally she wiped away her tears and started the car and set out to look for Billie Joe.
***
At Mike's house, Billie Joe sat on Mike's bedroom floor, playing with the fernandes starcoaster. He said nothing, just sat, struming on the guitar. It wasn't plugged in, so it made no real sound, no music.
"Hey man, could you tell me why you came her without notice?" Mike asked.
"My dad died today, and I was there when it happened I was the only one there when it happened, and I watched my hero die." Billie said with anger. He was upset at being asked the question, he hated it with a passion. Everything was painful, and his head still hurt."Hey, could you ask your mom if I could have some asprine or something? My head is pounding, and I can't take it anymore."
"Sure, but you know my mom is gonna call your mom. I mean, why'd you come here? When your mom finds you, she's going to flip out."
"Mike, shut up. I was suposed to wait at the hospital for my mom, but I couldn't stay there. I just couldn't do it. I need to be away from my house, and if your mom calls mine, I'll run from here to. I can't go home, not with the way the rest of my family is going to take it," Billie said, some how begining to cry. It was too much for him to bear, and he couldn't stand the pain inside, he wanted to go to sleep, and not wake up until September had ended.
***
A few weeks pased and Billie had turned his pain into bitter anger. His father's funeral was the worst day of his life. He stood next to his sister Anna whiel she cried so hard he was positive her head would explode. His mother stood at his other side, also crying a great deal, in her black dress and hat. Her mascara bled down her face, as did Anna's. The rest of his sisters cried, and his brother stood silent with there heads down much like he did. He was sad, and hurt that God had taken his father away. How could that happen to him? Why did it happen to him? He had so many questions, and feelings inside that were killing him.
After the actual ceremony, they returnd to the home they had shared with the man they had just put six feet underground. Ollie prepared a dinner for all that had attended the funeral, but everybody more picked at it than actually ate it. Anna locked herself in her bedroom and cried herself into a deep sleep. Billie stayed in the family room with his mother and brothers. It was silent, and akward, but they stayed together. Billie didn't dare speak, for fear of breaking the moment of honering his father.
The pain was tormenting him. He'd been having nightmares at night about watching his father die. The one person that ment anything to him was gone. It seemed so pointless to love anybody ever again, because sooner or later, he'd lose them as well. He was afraid of loving some body, he couldn't handle the lose of another person in his life.
He finally went to his own room, and plugged in the guitar that ment so much to him. The only piece of his father's memory he could bear. He started to play it softly, and then with more fury and passion, until the sound waves drownt out all his surrondings, and all his pain. The pain he felt drenched in, the pain that he felt would never leave him. And though his memory would rest, it would never forget what he lost.
