Oh! Gravity, chapter 1
"Goood Morning Oakland! it's a sunny 65 de-"
"Shut the fuck up." The pillow groaned, as the covers rustled and hair poked out from the pillow case. More groaning and moaning came from the bed as a figure slowly arose from beneath the blankets, and tissues. The figure did not want this day to ever come, you could say he loathed this day.
The figure slowly submerged from his black mini cooper. Sighed as he fixed his tie, and flattened out his messed up hair, and wiped away the tears that were still falling, that haven't stopped falling since he got the news. His mother stood in the doorway of his house where he grew up. She stood there in black, and had a depressed look on her face, as any normal widow would have right after the burial. The figure hugged his mom, who he could look down to easily. He smiled past his broken heart, she smiled back also.
"Why? Why I can't do this alone!! God Dammit dad why did you leave me?" The figure beat on his steering wheel and cried hard as he drove own the highway. He got off the highway and drove down the back rode he had previously drove on earlier that week. He stopped the car suddenly as it skidded to a halt on the gravel. He turned the car off, grabbed a sticker he had made for him and got out the car.
"I love you dad," he said as sat in front of the tombstone. He took the backing off the sticker and stuck to the tombstone top. He kissed the tombstone and walked off. He was still having a hard time for the grieving over his father, but he knew that slowly and surely he will get over it. And his father will always watch over him.
He read the tombstone on last time. "Billie Joe Armstrong Loving Husband, Father, Son, Brother, Friend, and fucking awesome musician."
He got up and walked away.
"Shut the fuck up." The pillow groaned, as the covers rustled and hair poked out from the pillow case. More groaning and moaning came from the bed as a figure slowly arose from beneath the blankets, and tissues. The figure did not want this day to ever come, you could say he loathed this day.
The figure slowly submerged from his black mini cooper. Sighed as he fixed his tie, and flattened out his messed up hair, and wiped away the tears that were still falling, that haven't stopped falling since he got the news. His mother stood in the doorway of his house where he grew up. She stood there in black, and had a depressed look on her face, as any normal widow would have right after the burial. The figure hugged his mom, who he could look down to easily. He smiled past his broken heart, she smiled back also.
"Why? Why I can't do this alone!! God Dammit dad why did you leave me?" The figure beat on his steering wheel and cried hard as he drove own the highway. He got off the highway and drove down the back rode he had previously drove on earlier that week. He stopped the car suddenly as it skidded to a halt on the gravel. He turned the car off, grabbed a sticker he had made for him and got out the car.
"I love you dad," he said as sat in front of the tombstone. He took the backing off the sticker and stuck to the tombstone top. He kissed the tombstone and walked off. He was still having a hard time for the grieving over his father, but he knew that slowly and surely he will get over it. And his father will always watch over him.
He read the tombstone on last time. "Billie Joe Armstrong Loving Husband, Father, Son, Brother, Friend, and fucking awesome musician."
He got up and walked away.
