Asleep, chapter 3
This test had been bad. Really bad.
It had been horrible.
Even Mike had struggled with it.
"Did you do as bad as I did?" he asked, slowing down a little to keep pace with Billie Joe.
"...yeah."
Billie Joe realized he must´ve snapped,
because Mike shook his head angrily and accelerated his pace again.
"It´s bad for me too, not only for you!" he retorted stroppily.
"But I´ll flunk! That´s something absolutely different!"
Mike snarled and threw an icy look back at Billie Joe, heading off for the next class.
Bilie Joe could tell he was pretty much pissed off, but he didn´t really feel sorry for what he had said, because it was true.
If Mike had failed, he would have to take an examination, which he would pass.
But if Billie Joe did, he would flunk completely.
Billie Joe swallowed. He wasn´t allowed to flunk.
He fumbled for the little box in his schoolbag, but his fingers couldn´t find it.
Billie Joe bit his ip.
Why the hell had he left it at home?
Instinctively he turned around to one of his classmates who was strolling behind him.
"I´ll go home. I´m not feeling well...Could you tell the teachers?"
"Yeah, sure."
The classmate looked at Billie Joe a little startlet, thinking that he just went home because he had failed the test and was bored of school for that day,
but assured him to do as he had been told.
So Billie Joe left the school through the exit.
He had to go by bus, because his car was away in a garage, being repaired for whatever reason by some fucked up mechanics.
But he didn´t care.
All he could think about were the pills he wanted to so bad.
They would make this feeling go away. This urge to cry.
He fell onto his knees in front of his front door and reached for the keys.
It took him a moment to find them and he was already fearing he had lost them somewhere when he could feel the cold metal against his skin.
He unlocked the door only to get in and lock it again.
He let his things fall onto the floor carelessly, headind for the bathroom where the medicine was kept.
While passing the kitchen he grabbed a cup of coffee, which looked
as if it had been standing there for days, and a glass of water,
in which he threw the aspirin.
Right now it was all the same to him.
He didn´t care what he took, he just took everything he could get,
which were about two other headache pills,
and swallowed them, downing the aspirin - water mix and the old coffee
right afterwards.
He let out a surpressed cough and struggled for air
at the taste and the shock of it´s intensity.
Overcome by the effect of his mixture he sank down on the floor,
leaning his back against the wall.
His head felt so light.
So light that it could´ve flown away out of the next window right now.
And his ears seemed to rustle.
Billie Joe closed his eyes and breathed in deeply.
He had felt how his mind protested when he had swallowed.
He had felt it.
But done it nevertheless.
It had been horrible.
Even Mike had struggled with it.
"Did you do as bad as I did?" he asked, slowing down a little to keep pace with Billie Joe.
"...yeah."
Billie Joe realized he must´ve snapped,
because Mike shook his head angrily and accelerated his pace again.
"It´s bad for me too, not only for you!" he retorted stroppily.
"But I´ll flunk! That´s something absolutely different!"
Mike snarled and threw an icy look back at Billie Joe, heading off for the next class.
Bilie Joe could tell he was pretty much pissed off, but he didn´t really feel sorry for what he had said, because it was true.
If Mike had failed, he would have to take an examination, which he would pass.
But if Billie Joe did, he would flunk completely.
Billie Joe swallowed. He wasn´t allowed to flunk.
He fumbled for the little box in his schoolbag, but his fingers couldn´t find it.
Billie Joe bit his ip.
Why the hell had he left it at home?
Instinctively he turned around to one of his classmates who was strolling behind him.
"I´ll go home. I´m not feeling well...Could you tell the teachers?"
"Yeah, sure."
The classmate looked at Billie Joe a little startlet, thinking that he just went home because he had failed the test and was bored of school for that day,
but assured him to do as he had been told.
So Billie Joe left the school through the exit.
He had to go by bus, because his car was away in a garage, being repaired for whatever reason by some fucked up mechanics.
But he didn´t care.
All he could think about were the pills he wanted to so bad.
They would make this feeling go away. This urge to cry.
He fell onto his knees in front of his front door and reached for the keys.
It took him a moment to find them and he was already fearing he had lost them somewhere when he could feel the cold metal against his skin.
He unlocked the door only to get in and lock it again.
He let his things fall onto the floor carelessly, headind for the bathroom where the medicine was kept.
While passing the kitchen he grabbed a cup of coffee, which looked
as if it had been standing there for days, and a glass of water,
in which he threw the aspirin.
Right now it was all the same to him.
He didn´t care what he took, he just took everything he could get,
which were about two other headache pills,
and swallowed them, downing the aspirin - water mix and the old coffee
right afterwards.
He let out a surpressed cough and struggled for air
at the taste and the shock of it´s intensity.
Overcome by the effect of his mixture he sank down on the floor,
leaning his back against the wall.
His head felt so light.
So light that it could´ve flown away out of the next window right now.
And his ears seemed to rustle.
Billie Joe closed his eyes and breathed in deeply.
He had felt how his mind protested when he had swallowed.
He had felt it.
But done it nevertheless.
