This Scares Me, chapter 4
Tre:
Why is Mike such a fuck.... This upsets me.... alot... I need to talk to her, now.
"Billie? Where is she?" I grumble. He knows how upset I am. He always knows. He looks back over towards the bedroom. Stupid me. Of course she would be in there.
Billie:
What the fuck was he trying to do?!? He was trying to get up. He hissed in pain, as he sat up straight, pulling his scratched up legs to his front. He closed his eyes. Damn... that has to hurt. I just watch him. I back up, giving him space. And why was I letting him do this? He could hurt himself.
He tried to stand up, but I guess his legs weren't working now, because he practically screamed, and collapsed back on the couch. He seemed so sad... good lord... He's lost a friend, a girl friend.... I mean... what next? Oh, he's been hit by a car too, and is in horrible shape. I should bring him to the hospital, I know that. But I can't. I would have to confess to running him over...
Oh my god... He's crying now....
Tre:
Dammit... Fuck, fuck fucking fuck... I can't get up... Oh my god... I cover my face with my swollen hands. What the fuck happened to me? ARGH! I hate this... I hate whoever fucking did this to me... I hate them.... Shit... I'm such a wuss. I would be crying too. Er... I turn my head away from Billie.
God... that hurt too. My face is red now from the pain. I'm stuck like this... Aw... my arm.. EW! What the fuck is wrong with it? Good lord... That's not right, man. I need my arms... Who did this to me?
I look up at Billie Joe, desperate for an answer.
Mike:
Ugh... Good lord... I finally went... woot... That's better. Wait, I still haven't had my coffee yet. Maybe that's why I've been so damn jumpy. I looks around the parking lot of the gas station. This was an interesting little nowheresville. Hm... OH! A waho. Very nice, good timing.
I race from the gas station, and into the nearly empty waho. I sat down in a booth that had syrup still on the table, and coffee stains. Well, it's not like there were any better tables.
And what was this shit they were playing in here? It sounds like country... What a place to be... I wait for a young girl to take my order, which wasn't much. Yeah, I was hungry too, so what? Well. It wasn't long before I had my crappy coffee, and waffles. Waffles are good.... Wow... I'm getting my mind off things. Okay, waffles are working. Keep it coming with the waffles then.
Torry:
What was going on out there? This was unusual. I could here Tre. Could he really be up? He was snoring like... like nothing else not too long ago. I finally get up from the bed, and waltz over to the door. I try to listen in. Hm... Could Tre be crying. Very interesting....
Billie:
"Tre... Don't look at me like that... you're scaring me..." Oh my god... I think he knows I did it. It's obvious. He knows.
"Billie Joe... How did you find me? How did I get back home? Why am I home, and not at the hospital like I should be? What happened to me?"
Oh.... those deadly questions... I won't be living for much longer. Tre has alot in that tiny body of his. His eyes say it all.
He knows.
Why is Mike such a fuck.... This upsets me.... alot... I need to talk to her, now.
"Billie? Where is she?" I grumble. He knows how upset I am. He always knows. He looks back over towards the bedroom. Stupid me. Of course she would be in there.
Billie:
What the fuck was he trying to do?!? He was trying to get up. He hissed in pain, as he sat up straight, pulling his scratched up legs to his front. He closed his eyes. Damn... that has to hurt. I just watch him. I back up, giving him space. And why was I letting him do this? He could hurt himself.
He tried to stand up, but I guess his legs weren't working now, because he practically screamed, and collapsed back on the couch. He seemed so sad... good lord... He's lost a friend, a girl friend.... I mean... what next? Oh, he's been hit by a car too, and is in horrible shape. I should bring him to the hospital, I know that. But I can't. I would have to confess to running him over...
Oh my god... He's crying now....
Tre:
Dammit... Fuck, fuck fucking fuck... I can't get up... Oh my god... I cover my face with my swollen hands. What the fuck happened to me? ARGH! I hate this... I hate whoever fucking did this to me... I hate them.... Shit... I'm such a wuss. I would be crying too. Er... I turn my head away from Billie.
God... that hurt too. My face is red now from the pain. I'm stuck like this... Aw... my arm.. EW! What the fuck is wrong with it? Good lord... That's not right, man. I need my arms... Who did this to me?
I look up at Billie Joe, desperate for an answer.
Mike:
Ugh... Good lord... I finally went... woot... That's better. Wait, I still haven't had my coffee yet. Maybe that's why I've been so damn jumpy. I looks around the parking lot of the gas station. This was an interesting little nowheresville. Hm... OH! A waho. Very nice, good timing.
I race from the gas station, and into the nearly empty waho. I sat down in a booth that had syrup still on the table, and coffee stains. Well, it's not like there were any better tables.
And what was this shit they were playing in here? It sounds like country... What a place to be... I wait for a young girl to take my order, which wasn't much. Yeah, I was hungry too, so what? Well. It wasn't long before I had my crappy coffee, and waffles. Waffles are good.... Wow... I'm getting my mind off things. Okay, waffles are working. Keep it coming with the waffles then.
Torry:
What was going on out there? This was unusual. I could here Tre. Could he really be up? He was snoring like... like nothing else not too long ago. I finally get up from the bed, and waltz over to the door. I try to listen in. Hm... Could Tre be crying. Very interesting....
Billie:
"Tre... Don't look at me like that... you're scaring me..." Oh my god... I think he knows I did it. It's obvious. He knows.
"Billie Joe... How did you find me? How did I get back home? Why am I home, and not at the hospital like I should be? What happened to me?"
Oh.... those deadly questions... I won't be living for much longer. Tre has alot in that tiny body of his. His eyes say it all.
He knows.
