A Green Day Story, chapter 11
"Billie? Billie?!" I called into the basement, then I walked into the living room. I looked at the sleeping face of Ashley, and sighed.
"My life is a fucking soap opera..." I mumbled, careful not to wake Ashley, and I chuckled a bit. How could I laugh at a moment like this?! I scolded myself and darted upstairs.
Hearing muffled cursing from down the hall, I approached Billie's room, slowly, silently opening the door. I saw him laying in the fetal position. Quietly, I snuck over and sat beside him, and placed a hand on his back.
"Billie?" I whispered. He darted up and looked me in the eyes. I gazed at his handsome appearance, and sighed.
"Amy...why did you kiss Kyle?" He asked quietly. I knew he was upset, I knew how he felt about me. He never did find out I had heard him on Friday.
"I didn't! I mean, he forced it on me. I didn't want it..." I said hesitantly, probably not sounding too reassuring.
"Sure he did..."
"Billie Joe! It's true!" I said. We talked as if we were a couple. It was funny, in a way. "But, Billie, why do you care so much?"
"Because...because..." His eyes darted around, searching for what to say.
"Because what?"
"Nothing." He sighed, and looked at the wall ahead of us. I shook my head. I knew it was then I needed to tell him.
"Billie...I-"
"AMY!" I heard as Ashley threw open the door.
"What?!" I asked in annoyance.
"K-Kyle...he...he..." She choked on her words.
"He what?" Nervousness piling into my voice.
"I went into the kitchen...and I found him...w-with a knife...a-a-and...he looked at me, and handed me this paper," She held out a small, folded piece of paper, "Before...before......Oh god, Amy!"
Ashley broke down on the floor and cried. A wave of sheer terror fell upon me and I darted out of the room, and down the stairs, Billie Joe roughly on my trail. I stood, frozen in the kitchen doorway, and fell to my knees.
"No..." I whispered. "NO!"
Screaming, I buried my face in my hands, Billie Joe kneeled beside me and placed an arm around me.
"I n-never thought...th-that Kyle was..." The last of my words were muffled as I broke into uncontrollable sobs.
The view before my eyes was a disturbing one. Not disturbing to a high point, but enough to make my insides ride up my throat. Because it was my best friend I was seeing, the situation became all the more surreal.
It was Kyle. Blood splattered all on his white t-shirt. Blood dripping onto the floor, forming tiny, deep red pools around his limp body. A knife laying in his left hand, his eyes wide open. He was slumped up against the wall, where there was a trail of blood, showing he probably stabbed himself, then slid down the wall.
Ashley appeared beside me and handed me the note she had told me about earlier.
"I never told you this, Ames, but Kyle had always been suicidal, especially after you left. He loved you, so he never wanted you to find out..." Ashley's face was expressionless, and her eyes were red. I looked at her sadly, wiped away my tears, and unfolded the note and read it aloud;
"Sorry I did this, but I couldn't take it anymore. I dunno why I am doing this here and now, but after I realised that Amy would never love me, I didn't find a need to live anymore. I admit, I have always been suicidal, and have attempted suicide on many occasions. I cut and took drugs, and no one knew. And I'm sorry I never told you this, Amy. I loved you and only you. And I know how opposed to suicide you are, but it was my decision to go. I love you. And Ashley, when you return to Miami, tell my little bro I'm sorry."
I stood up, my legs trembling beneath me, and walked over slowly to Kyle. I kneeled down beside him and checked his heartbeat. He was still alive, but barely.
"Hurry! Call an ambulance! He's still alive, and might make it if we hurry!" I yelled, turning to Billie Joe and Ashley. "We don't have much time, but maybe we can save him!"
"Right." Billie Joe walked hurriedly to the phone and dialed 911.
Just then I heard the doorbell ring, standing up again, I walked slowly over to the door, and opened it to see Mike standing in the doorway.
"M-mike!" I choked out. His expression changed to one of confusion. My eyes were red, my cheeks wet from crying, and the color was drained from my face.
"What happened, Amy?" He asked me worriedly. I shook my head and looked down, letting him into the house. We walked over to the kitchen and I looked up at him, his eyes widened. Then I handed him the suicide note to read.
"Fuck..." He muttered.
"The ambulance is on its way!" Billie Joe ran up to you. Noticing how miserable and saddened I looked, he hugged me tightly and I buried my head in his shoulder and sniffled.
A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door. Mike answered it, and a team of people from the hospital ran in and took Kyle out to the ambulance.
"You guys can come if you want, in the ambulance I mean." One of the peramedics said to me. I nodded and grabbed Billie's hand for comfort. He squeezed it, and looked down at my saddened face.
Mike, Ashley, Billie Joe, and myself all sat in the ambulance and were taken to the hospital. The whole ride there, I just stared down at Kyle's face. Tears threatened to come out, but I had run dry.
The peramedics took Kyle into the emergency room. All we could do then was sit in the waiting room and, well, wait. I leaned against Billie Joe for comfort, but he just stared at the ground the whole time. Ashley began to cry again, and Mike twiddled his thumbs. We were all anxous to hear how he was, and if he would make it.
What felt like hours later, a doctor came into the waiting room.
"Umn...we have thouroughly examined your friend, Kyle was it?" We all nodded and murmered and stared at him. You all couldn't take the prolonged silence in the room. Finally, your eyes all widened, as the doctor began to speak again.
"He..."
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Ha ha. Cliffhanger. I'll leave you in suspense! lolz.
"My life is a fucking soap opera..." I mumbled, careful not to wake Ashley, and I chuckled a bit. How could I laugh at a moment like this?! I scolded myself and darted upstairs.
Hearing muffled cursing from down the hall, I approached Billie's room, slowly, silently opening the door. I saw him laying in the fetal position. Quietly, I snuck over and sat beside him, and placed a hand on his back.
"Billie?" I whispered. He darted up and looked me in the eyes. I gazed at his handsome appearance, and sighed.
"Amy...why did you kiss Kyle?" He asked quietly. I knew he was upset, I knew how he felt about me. He never did find out I had heard him on Friday.
"I didn't! I mean, he forced it on me. I didn't want it..." I said hesitantly, probably not sounding too reassuring.
"Sure he did..."
"Billie Joe! It's true!" I said. We talked as if we were a couple. It was funny, in a way. "But, Billie, why do you care so much?"
"Because...because..." His eyes darted around, searching for what to say.
"Because what?"
"Nothing." He sighed, and looked at the wall ahead of us. I shook my head. I knew it was then I needed to tell him.
"Billie...I-"
"AMY!" I heard as Ashley threw open the door.
"What?!" I asked in annoyance.
"K-Kyle...he...he..." She choked on her words.
"He what?" Nervousness piling into my voice.
"I went into the kitchen...and I found him...w-with a knife...a-a-and...he looked at me, and handed me this paper," She held out a small, folded piece of paper, "Before...before......Oh god, Amy!"
Ashley broke down on the floor and cried. A wave of sheer terror fell upon me and I darted out of the room, and down the stairs, Billie Joe roughly on my trail. I stood, frozen in the kitchen doorway, and fell to my knees.
"No..." I whispered. "NO!"
Screaming, I buried my face in my hands, Billie Joe kneeled beside me and placed an arm around me.
"I n-never thought...th-that Kyle was..." The last of my words were muffled as I broke into uncontrollable sobs.
The view before my eyes was a disturbing one. Not disturbing to a high point, but enough to make my insides ride up my throat. Because it was my best friend I was seeing, the situation became all the more surreal.
It was Kyle. Blood splattered all on his white t-shirt. Blood dripping onto the floor, forming tiny, deep red pools around his limp body. A knife laying in his left hand, his eyes wide open. He was slumped up against the wall, where there was a trail of blood, showing he probably stabbed himself, then slid down the wall.
Ashley appeared beside me and handed me the note she had told me about earlier.
"I never told you this, Ames, but Kyle had always been suicidal, especially after you left. He loved you, so he never wanted you to find out..." Ashley's face was expressionless, and her eyes were red. I looked at her sadly, wiped away my tears, and unfolded the note and read it aloud;
"Sorry I did this, but I couldn't take it anymore. I dunno why I am doing this here and now, but after I realised that Amy would never love me, I didn't find a need to live anymore. I admit, I have always been suicidal, and have attempted suicide on many occasions. I cut and took drugs, and no one knew. And I'm sorry I never told you this, Amy. I loved you and only you. And I know how opposed to suicide you are, but it was my decision to go. I love you. And Ashley, when you return to Miami, tell my little bro I'm sorry."
I stood up, my legs trembling beneath me, and walked over slowly to Kyle. I kneeled down beside him and checked his heartbeat. He was still alive, but barely.
"Hurry! Call an ambulance! He's still alive, and might make it if we hurry!" I yelled, turning to Billie Joe and Ashley. "We don't have much time, but maybe we can save him!"
"Right." Billie Joe walked hurriedly to the phone and dialed 911.
Just then I heard the doorbell ring, standing up again, I walked slowly over to the door, and opened it to see Mike standing in the doorway.
"M-mike!" I choked out. His expression changed to one of confusion. My eyes were red, my cheeks wet from crying, and the color was drained from my face.
"What happened, Amy?" He asked me worriedly. I shook my head and looked down, letting him into the house. We walked over to the kitchen and I looked up at him, his eyes widened. Then I handed him the suicide note to read.
"Fuck..." He muttered.
"The ambulance is on its way!" Billie Joe ran up to you. Noticing how miserable and saddened I looked, he hugged me tightly and I buried my head in his shoulder and sniffled.
A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door. Mike answered it, and a team of people from the hospital ran in and took Kyle out to the ambulance.
"You guys can come if you want, in the ambulance I mean." One of the peramedics said to me. I nodded and grabbed Billie's hand for comfort. He squeezed it, and looked down at my saddened face.
Mike, Ashley, Billie Joe, and myself all sat in the ambulance and were taken to the hospital. The whole ride there, I just stared down at Kyle's face. Tears threatened to come out, but I had run dry.
The peramedics took Kyle into the emergency room. All we could do then was sit in the waiting room and, well, wait. I leaned against Billie Joe for comfort, but he just stared at the ground the whole time. Ashley began to cry again, and Mike twiddled his thumbs. We were all anxous to hear how he was, and if he would make it.
What felt like hours later, a doctor came into the waiting room.
"Umn...we have thouroughly examined your friend, Kyle was it?" We all nodded and murmered and stared at him. You all couldn't take the prolonged silence in the room. Finally, your eyes all widened, as the doctor began to speak again.
"He..."
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Ha ha. Cliffhanger. I'll leave you in suspense! lolz.
