Saved//Green Day

Chapter 18

Chelsea's POV

"How have you been feeling since your father's death?" Kristy asked.

"I haven't been feeling good at all, actually," I wrote.

"Can you explain, or draw how you've been feeling?" she asked softly.

I nodded my head and began to draw. I drew a curled up body with darkness all around it. It was a simple drawing that said it all. I showed the drawing to Kristy and she slowly took it from me. She observed it and took some notes about it. Once she did, she handed the whiteboard back to me and looked at a piece of paper before asking me more questions.

"How's your appetite been?" she questioned.

"I haven't been that hungry, but I've never really been a person who eats a lot anyways," I answered.

"Mhm... Do you like having two brothers?"

"They seem nice and they don't really bother me, so yeah I guess."

"That's good. How about Adrienne and Billie Joe? Do you like them? How they've been treating you?"

"They both are pretty understanding and don't seem to care about what I've been through. They treat me like a normal person, and I like that, but I don't know."

"Do you want them to console you rather than just treating you like a normal person?"

"Maybe. I'm not exactly sure."

"Do you ever feel lonely?"

"Yes."

After about thirty more minutes of asking me questions, Kristy told me to go wait in the waiting room while she talked to Billie. As I waited, a tall boy, who was a little older than me, sat down in a chair next to me. He had dyed, red hair, green eyes, pale skin, and a grey Guns 'N Roses tshirt on. Besides the shirt, he was dressed in all black. He looked at me and shyly smiled.

"Hi," he sheepishly greeted me.

I took out my phone and began to type in the notes section. "Hi...I don't talk, so I have to use my phone..." I typed.

"Oh. That's cool. I'm not that big of a talker either...not that I'm comparing myself to you! I mean, you probably have it worse than I do–I mean, maybe you do, but you probably are fine.... You hate me now, huh?" he rambled nervously.

I giggled before I typed again. "I don't hate you! You're just nervous, that's all! And if I'm being honest, you shouldn't be nervous while talking to me."

"Wow. Most girls would get up and leave this far into a conversation with me. Thank you for actually talk–typing to me," he said gratefully.

"Yeah, no problem. What's your name?"

"It's Andrew, but most people call me Andy. And you?"

"Chelsea, which most people call me...I don't really have a nickname."

"If-If you want a nickname, I can give you one. Like C-dog or Chels."

"I like Chels."

"Uh, you don't have to but, like, what's your number?" Andy quietly asked.

"Give me your phone and I'll type it in."

He obeyed and handed me his phone. I did as I said I would and handed it back.

He smiled and was about to say something before Billie walked over to me. "C'mon let's–hi," he said to Andy.

"Oh my god. You're Billie Joe Armstrong! I love Green Day!" Andy fan-boyed.

"Thank you for being a fan! Love your shirt by the way," Billie said.

"Thanks!" Andy said, star stricken.

"Well, Chelsea, we better get going or else Adie will kill us for being home late. It was nice meeting you, Andy."

I waved goodbye to him and walked out with Billie. Billie smirked at me as we continued to walk to the car. I gave him a quizzical look and waited for an explanation as to why he was so giddy.

"You were talking to Andy...and you obviously enjoyed it," Billie explained.

I stopped in my tracks and glared at him. "Oh c'mon! I'm just teasing you! I am your fath–uncle."

He was quiet. No facial expression and no life in his eyes. Just silence. We got into the car and I immediately turned on the radio. A Guns 'N Roses song came on, which made me smile more than it should have. Billie noticed and smiled as well.

"I-I'm sorry for saying what I did...I'm just used to it because of Jakob and Joey and always saying that I'm their father, y'know? I just didn't mean to say it, so I'm sorry," Billie apologized.

I smiled at him and typed into my phone. "It's okay." He looked at it quickly and looked forward, as did I. A truck was coming right at us and Billie tightly turned the steering wheel left. There was a screech from all of the tires. Our entire car was turned to the side and the truck pushed us along the road. No airbags deployed, yet I still felt pain hit me as well as guilt. The truck that pushed our car finally came to a stop and everything became motionless. I looked over at Billie and screamed with fear. He looked dead. I tried to unbuckle my seatbelt, but it was jammed. I screamed and then started to cry with all the guilt I had.

'I made him look at my phone! It's all my fault! I should be dead, not him! I'm such a f*cking idiot!' I thought badly to myself.

The driver of the truck practically pulled my door off of its hinge. He helped me get my seatbelt off and pulled me out of the car. I pulled out of his grasp and immediately ran to Billie's side of the car. I tried to pull open his door but it wouldn't budge. I cried and screamed with frustration.

Just then, an EMT pulled me to an ambulance to check if I was okay. I watched intently as a firefighter forcefully got Billie's door open. I cried even more than I did in the beginning once they transported Billie onto a gurney. It was all my fault. I caused all of it to happen.

A/N: Heyyy beautiful people!!! How are y'all doing?? I almost cried while writing this chapter because i can't even imagine my idol getting hurt!!! I won't say that he dies in the next chapter but I'm also not saying he'll live in the next chapter...Anyways, ilysm! XOXO