The Kids Aren't Okay

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Blue 's POV
Flash back
I sat in my crib and waited for my dad. You see he wasn't always a dick. He actually was my favorite parent then when I turned 2 he started beating me. He picked me up. "Your mommy said to give this to you" my dad handed me a chain neck lace with a little heart grenade on it with a little blue rock in it with whatsername craved under the rock. He turned it around "thought I ran into you. Probably uncle billie's song" I smiled "dada" he put me on a table thing. He changed my diaper and put me in the living room. I was there with a toy playing with it. I smiled and cooked at the toy. "Erin!!" I looked up "mama" my mom smiled"Blue. Babe how are you?" "Good how are you?" Later that night I was laying in my crib and heard them yelling"DAVE WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!?" "a toilet?" "yeah but the seat is up.." "oh..Hey you shouldn't see Billie Joe anymore" "why?" "Because" "what the fuck..OW..Dave I'm sorey.." "I WISH YOU WERE DEAD!!I FUCKING HATE YOU!!!" I started to cry. My mom came in and picked m
e up.

I walked into the room. It had guitars,basses,and a piano. I smiled and sat by the piano. I played a song I know. Twinkle twinkle little star. I stopped and sat on a couch the was in there. I put my earbuds in."thought I ran into you down on the street.then it turned out to only be a dream."I sang. "I made a point to burn all of the photographs.she went away and then I took another path. I remember the face bit I can't recall the name.now I wonder how whatshername has been.seems that she disappeared without a trace.did she ever marry 'ol'whats-his-face?'i made a point to burn all of the photographs. She went away and then I took another path. I remember the face but I can't recall the name. Now I wonder how whatshername has been."I sang." It got to my favorite part"remember whatever. It seems like forever ago. Remember what ever. It seems like forever ago. The regrets are useless on my mind she's in my head must confuse. The regrets are useless in my mind she's in my head so long ago
Go,go,go
And in the darkest night if my memories serves me right I'll never turn back time forgetting you but not the time.."I sang. I turned around and Billie Joe was standing there. Shit he heard me sing. "You're good, kiddo." He said. I looked down blushing"Um thanks.."I said. He looked at me"When did you get you lip pierced" I smiled "last year, for my birthday." I got up. Holy fuck I'm short. I was at Billie Joe's chest. I sighed. "So you play guitar?" Billie asked. I smiled. When ever I talked about guitars it made me happy. "Yup" I nodded. "How 'bout you play for me?" He asked me. "Um okay."I said."here" he handed me a guitar and smiled. "What do you want me to play? I know holiday, the kids aren't okay,in to deep, walking disaster,burnout, and time of your life. "He smiled and thought "burnout "I nodded. I played the first note and started singing"I declare I don't care no more. Im burning up and out and growing bored. In my smoked out boring room. My hair is shagging in my face.
Dragging my feet tonight.to drive a long these shiz town light. I'm not growing up I'm just burning out. And I step in line to walk amongst the dead.
Apathy has rained on me and now I'm feeling like a soggy dream. So close to drowning but I dont mind
I've lived inside this mental cave. Throw my emotions in the grave.Hey, who needs them anyway."I played the last note. I looked up scared. "That was really good blue. You messes up one note though." He joked. "C'mon I thought I did pretty good being this is the first time I've played in front of anyone.."he smiled and nodded. I put the guitar back carefully and hugged Billie. I went to the kitchen and got some food. I ate it and put my plate in the sink.I went to my room.
2005
Third person
Blue had just turned 1 year old. Blue's mother, Erin, was just as happy as her father, David, pretty damn happy. They played with her and her toys and stuff all day then at 8 they gave her a bath and put her in her crib. Erin and David went to their room. "Hey, why were you late coming home?" David asked Erin. "I got held up on traffic. Sorry babe." Erin answered honestly."I do NOT want you being held up in traffic ever again."He slapped Erin. This had been the first time David had being anything other than loving and caring. "I-I'm sorry."Erin shuddered scared. "Sorry doesn't cut it, bitch" he punched her stomach. She fell over and groaned in pain. He kicked her in the stomach and punched her face. "David stop please"Erin begged. Once he stopped she called the cops. They came and took David and Erin because they thought she was hight and they found acid in her systen. Blue got sent to a foster home. She was the put cast there. Every one had light Brown eyes and light Brown hair while she had bright blue eyes and dark brown hair and pale skin. She hated it there. David got out faster than Erin and got blue back.
2014

I fell asleep I guess because Billie came in and started singing"I DECLARE I DONT CARE NO MORE!" I turned over and put my pillow on my head"shut the fook up"I mumbled, "b-but I don't care no more. My hair is shagging in my eyes in my boring room.."he said acting hurt."and foods done" he said. I sat up "FOOOOOOOOD!"I said running to the kitchen.adrienne was there with a box of pizza and put it on the table. I grabbed a plate and some pizza. I sat down and ate a bite"so how was your day?"adie asked. Jakob looked down"good." Joey smiled "good. How bout you?" "Good"adie replied."good. I heard Alana play guitar."I blushed"she's really good" I looked down."what about you alana?" I looked up"um..okay I guess.." I smiled and ate more. I got do be and put my plate in the sink and went up stairs. I took a shower. I got out and went back downstairs in new clothes. "Hey want to go to your old house and get the rest of your stuff?" Billie asked I nodded. He grabbed his keys. I put my pink and grey shoes on. My friend gave them to me..I walked out to his car with him. He drove to my house. I frowned at it. It had a broken window, which was there while I lived there,and my bedroom window,which I snuck out of once, was broken. I walked up to the door. Billie knocked on it for some reason."why did you knock?no one lives here" I asked. He looked down abit"when I would come over with you when I would watch you I would knock and you would be by my side and we would say boo when your mom answered.."he said. I smiled and opened the door. It looked the same. The couch was red plaid and looked old. It smelled of beer,blood,and drugs. I walked past everything making it look normal. I went to the door that led to the stairs. I opened it and the smell of my room filled my nose. It smelled like abit of blood,dirty clothes, and my deodorant mixed together,which smelled horrible. I pinched my nose. I walked up the stairs and saw my tiny as fuck room. It had blue paint the walls and a blue iron twin sized bed in the corner. I closed the door behind me. I went to my wall of posters. It had green day, blink 182. Sum 41, my chemical romance, and Emily's army posters and a piece of paper that had band names and people. I had a black guitar that had taken a few beatings. I named it Kurt. I looked around my room. My tv was on still. A balloon was in there because I stole it from a kid at school..sorry. my tv was on a white book self and on the top self the was my shampoo and conditioner and soap. Right beside it was a black box and on top of it was a monster can. It had my money in it.my chucks were on the floor beside my clothes basket and my book bag. There was a blue door that led to a room with stuff in it. I grabbed my book bag and put my green blanket and my posters in it. I turned around and saw Billie in my stuff "BILLIE JOE!"I yelled. I don't know why I did but I did. He turned around "yeah?" "Don't go through my crap please.."he nodded and walked around the house. I got everything I wanted. I put my money and monster can in a bag too. I went downs stairs. My old room was just a bed a book self and a stand. We went home and I got in bed and fell asleep.

A/N Sorry I keep putting these things but um the pic is blue 's old room...or in other words my room..My room is tiny as fuck that pic is from my door..yeah bye.

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