Me, Mike, and Amnesia, chapter 2
"Hmmmm.....hmm....think....think......" Billie Joe muttered to himself from where he was pacing in the middle of the floor of his and Mike's room. He had his hands behind his back and his head down, and was obviously deep in thought.
I sat on Mike's bed, next to Mike, holding his hand and trying to comfort him. Tre leaned in the doorway, shaking his head. "How do you just lose your memory? I still think he's making this whole thing up. Nice joke, Mike. Ha ha. Can we all go to sleep now?" Tre remarked sarcastically.
"Shut the fuck up Tre," I said sharply. Mike and I watched Billie Joe pace for a while. "You know, all of this is really fascinating and all, but I still have a teeny tiny question. Who are you people?" Mike asked, beginning to sound a bit more like himself.
I laughed. Of course. We hadn't even explained to him who we were. "Um...I'm Violet." I started. "That's Billie Joe, and that's Tre." I said, nodding at them each in turn. "We're your best friends."
"Yeah." Billie Joe agreed distractedly. "Now, what are we going to do?"
"I don't know." I shrug. "There's got to be some sort of amnesia specialist somewhere, hasn't there?"
"What, we just look in the yellow pages for 'people that went and lost their minds'?" Tre asked dryly.
"Look, Tre, I'm not really sure why you seem to think this is some big joke that you can just scoff at." I said, irritated. "It's serious, so if you're going to be an asshole, you can just leave."
"I know." he said, a little guiltily, rubbing at his eyes. "I'm just...tired, I guess, is all."
"So, maybe in the morning we can look for a doctor?" Billie Joe asked, quick to change the subject.
"Okay." Mike said quietly, staring at his knees.
"Hey." I said gently, placing my finger under his chin and bringing his face up to mine. "Don't be like that. We're going to get this all figured out, okay?" I said, even though I wasn't at all sure we were going to fix anything. Mike nodded silently.
"Anyone think they can sleep?" Billie Joe asked, looking at us.
"Hell yes!" Tre said, his face lighting up. "I've been waiting for someone to say that." He saw Billie Joe roll his eyes. "I mean! Mike, is there anything we can do to help you?" He added quickly.
Mike chuckled, but I had a feeling there was no humor in his laugh. "No, I want to sleep too. Maybe when I'll wake up this will all have been a bad dream."
No one really knew how to respond to that, so we all retired to our respective places of sleep, Mike and Billie Joe in their room, Tre in the living room, and me in the room down the hall from Billie Joe and Mike's, the one that used to be Tre's. He had been kind enough to let me stay there after I had moved in with them, about a month ago.
I suppose I should explain how we all got to know each other, but I don't really talk about my past with people much, so I'll keep it short. I met the guys when their band, Green Day, was playing in my friend's cousin's backyard at a party, about three years ago. We started talking, and hit it off right away. Soon the four of us began hanging out more and more, and became inseparable. Then about six weeks ago, my alcoholic parents kicked me out onto the street in a drunken, horrible rage, and I bounced around from friend's house to friend's house, even sleeping on park benches in really desperate times. I never told the guys about it though, I don't know why, I was just embarassed about it I guess. But they found out of course, and let me stay in their apartment. They had never made a big deal about it, but I would always appreciate how kind they had been to me.
I was thinking about all of this as I crawled into bed and shut my eyes. Then my eyes opened as I realized something. Mike didn't know any of this. All the memories we had shared, all the hard times we had helped each other through, it had all been wiped from his mind like chalk with an eraser. And who knew if he would ever remember it ever again? I sat up in bed and began to cry softly. I knew I wouldn't be getting to sleep tonight.
I sat on Mike's bed, next to Mike, holding his hand and trying to comfort him. Tre leaned in the doorway, shaking his head. "How do you just lose your memory? I still think he's making this whole thing up. Nice joke, Mike. Ha ha. Can we all go to sleep now?" Tre remarked sarcastically.
"Shut the fuck up Tre," I said sharply. Mike and I watched Billie Joe pace for a while. "You know, all of this is really fascinating and all, but I still have a teeny tiny question. Who are you people?" Mike asked, beginning to sound a bit more like himself.
I laughed. Of course. We hadn't even explained to him who we were. "Um...I'm Violet." I started. "That's Billie Joe, and that's Tre." I said, nodding at them each in turn. "We're your best friends."
"Yeah." Billie Joe agreed distractedly. "Now, what are we going to do?"
"I don't know." I shrug. "There's got to be some sort of amnesia specialist somewhere, hasn't there?"
"What, we just look in the yellow pages for 'people that went and lost their minds'?" Tre asked dryly.
"Look, Tre, I'm not really sure why you seem to think this is some big joke that you can just scoff at." I said, irritated. "It's serious, so if you're going to be an asshole, you can just leave."
"I know." he said, a little guiltily, rubbing at his eyes. "I'm just...tired, I guess, is all."
"So, maybe in the morning we can look for a doctor?" Billie Joe asked, quick to change the subject.
"Okay." Mike said quietly, staring at his knees.
"Hey." I said gently, placing my finger under his chin and bringing his face up to mine. "Don't be like that. We're going to get this all figured out, okay?" I said, even though I wasn't at all sure we were going to fix anything. Mike nodded silently.
"Anyone think they can sleep?" Billie Joe asked, looking at us.
"Hell yes!" Tre said, his face lighting up. "I've been waiting for someone to say that." He saw Billie Joe roll his eyes. "I mean! Mike, is there anything we can do to help you?" He added quickly.
Mike chuckled, but I had a feeling there was no humor in his laugh. "No, I want to sleep too. Maybe when I'll wake up this will all have been a bad dream."
No one really knew how to respond to that, so we all retired to our respective places of sleep, Mike and Billie Joe in their room, Tre in the living room, and me in the room down the hall from Billie Joe and Mike's, the one that used to be Tre's. He had been kind enough to let me stay there after I had moved in with them, about a month ago.
I suppose I should explain how we all got to know each other, but I don't really talk about my past with people much, so I'll keep it short. I met the guys when their band, Green Day, was playing in my friend's cousin's backyard at a party, about three years ago. We started talking, and hit it off right away. Soon the four of us began hanging out more and more, and became inseparable. Then about six weeks ago, my alcoholic parents kicked me out onto the street in a drunken, horrible rage, and I bounced around from friend's house to friend's house, even sleeping on park benches in really desperate times. I never told the guys about it though, I don't know why, I was just embarassed about it I guess. But they found out of course, and let me stay in their apartment. They had never made a big deal about it, but I would always appreciate how kind they had been to me.
I was thinking about all of this as I crawled into bed and shut my eyes. Then my eyes opened as I realized something. Mike didn't know any of this. All the memories we had shared, all the hard times we had helped each other through, it had all been wiped from his mind like chalk with an eraser. And who knew if he would ever remember it ever again? I sat up in bed and began to cry softly. I knew I wouldn't be getting to sleep tonight.
