Saved//Green Day

Chapter 26

Chelsea's POV

*IN THE PRESENT*

I wake up in another hospital bed with terrible pain where my mother had kicked me. Great. Just great I think to myself. No one is inside my room except for me. I don't know what to do in these situations where I'm all alone because I have no clue if I'm supposed to look for someone or just stay put in my bed until they come back. After a quick moment of thinking, I attempt to get up but the pain is unbearable, which makes me fall back into the bed.

I wince silently as I try to find a comfortable position in the bed, but my bruises hurt far too much. I hear footsteps outside the door and look over to see Billie walking in with two bags. He pulls up a chair next to my bed and starts pulling boxes out of the bags - they are relatively small. Whatever's inside the boxes smells amazing and like food, which I'm craving right now. "Did you ever have Chinese food?" Billie asks, handing me a box and two sticks stuck together. "No," I respond with furrowed eyebrows. He laughs slightly and hands me a fork, taking the sticks away from me. "If you're hungry, you really don't wanna deal with chopsticks right now," he smiles as he hands me a box of food.

I open the box and the delightful smell only gets stronger and better. It looks like chicken but it's an orange color. I think for a second - if I should actually eat it - but I'm too hungry to care. Using the fork, I take my first bite of the the food, and it tastes sweet and tangy at the same time. "Tastes good?" Billie asks me. I nod my head and continue to eat in silence while Billie talks about everyone at home, except for Adie. He pauses for a moment, and I take the opportunity to ask him, "What about Adie?" He swallows the food he holds in his mouth and replies, "She's, uh, fine. She's okay." "Oh, okay," I respond, knowing that Billie is lying. I would call him out(I learned that term from Jakob and Joey), but I feel like he doesn't want to tell me because it might upset me. I just hope she's actually alright.

While we finish up the rest of our food, there's a comfortable silence. I'm still tired from the day that has just ensued, but I still want to talk to Billie. As if he is reading my mind, he says, "You should probably get some sleep; you look exhausted. I'll be in the cafeteria, and I promise I'll come check on you, okay?" I nod my head but quickly ask, "Billie? Why didn't you tell me that you didn't actually adopt me?" "Because I didn't want you to worry, but I wish I had told you so you might have been a little prepared to get back with your mother. But now, you're going to stay with us...unless...unless they find a better foster home for you, and if they do, you'll be so much happier," he explains, a lump forming in my throat. He exits the room and I begin to cry.

A different foster home? Why would I want a different foster home? I won't let myself go to a different house. None of them are home. Home is with Adie, Billie, Jakob, Joey, Mike, and Tré. There's no substitute for them because no one adds up to them! They are my family and people are crazy if they think I'm gonna just forget about them and move on. I love them too much, and I think they love me...I hope they do. But what if they're just saying that I might be forced into a different foster home because they don't want me to be with them? They might be trying to be polite, so they are setting up a different foster home, and just saying that it's social services who are taking me away. But Billie wouldn't do that, right? I think to myself causing more tears to spill out.

A few seconds pass and doctors and nurses rush into my room. There's a loud, fast beeping from one of the monitors next to my bed. "Take a deep breath," a nurse tells me. It only gets harder to breathe, and I start to feel nauseous. They place an oxygen mask over my mouth and I see Billie try to run up to me, but he's held back by two nurses. "Please, she's my daughter. She's my kid," I hear him plead. The nurses still push him out of the room, and I begin to breathe faster with panic. "Calm down, everything's okay," a nurse tells me. "Blood pressure is 170 over 110," a nurse tells the doctor while she grabs a needle and syringe. She inserts it into my arm and suddenly, my breathing slows down as well as my movements. I look over at Billie and he looks worried. I stare back up at the ceiling and drift off into another sleep.
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I'm standing in a forest that's soaked in a strong fog. I can't see much except for the ground and a couple of tree trunks by me. A faint snapping sound is heard, causing chills to run down my spine. Suddenly, someone walks up to me - someone I've never seen before - and sits down right in front of me. She has brown, curly hair as well as a pink dress. The girl is only about five, and she seems to be crying. I crouch down in front of her and ask, "What's wrong?" It turns out, she's not crying, she's laughing. "Y-you actually think that Billie wants you to be a part of his family?! That's hilarious!" her voice is that of my mother's.

She skips away, yelling, "Don't think that they actually like you.... You don't even like you."
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I wake up...at home? The cloud-like bed, the doors, the hardwood floors. This has to be home. But how? I stand up and hear people talking outside of my door. I take a step closer and press my ear up against the door. "Adrienne, I don't think I can do this anymore," I hear Billie confess, sounding defeated. "Do what anymore? Do you mean us? Because, I can't be me without you," she says. "Adie, you're perfect, and I love you. It's not you, it never will be you.... It's...I-I just can't–Chelsea? Are you awake?" he stops speaking and steps closer to the door. "No," I shake my head at the fact that I answered the question. The door slowly opens and I look at Adie. "Go back to bed, sweetie. You need sleep," she speaks softly while she walks over to me, guiding me back to bed.

"Actually, I think I have insomnia, considering the fact that I only sleep for two hours, wake up at three AM, and go back to sleep at five...and every night I hear footsteps outside the door, so someone else must have it too," I try to lighten the mood. Billie sighs, "That's me, kiddo. I've got insomnia, but I think you just have stress. But seriously, get some sleep," he orders me. "How did I get home?" I ask. A large smile stretches across Billie's face, and he turns to Adie, "Did you hear what she said?! She called it home!" She nods her head and hugs me goodnight. Once she leaves, Billie sits at the end of my bed. "Have you ever had a pet before?" he questions, changing the subject. "N-no. I don't think so, why?" I ask with confusion. "Just need to know what to get you for your birthday. Anyways, you really should get some sleep...it is about four AM," Billie explains, tiredness filling his voice.

"Fine.... Um, before you go, what can't you do anymore?" I ask him politely. "Don't worry about that...I'm just...I-I have trouble figuring out how to do things, y'know? And I don't know how to fix things sometimes...and I get frustrated or sad—" he begins, but I cut him off by saying, "You think about killing yourself too?" he looks at me, concern showing in his green eyes. "Do you still think about committing suicide?" Billie asks, placing a hand on my calf(not in a perverted way, you lil' sh*ts that thought about that). "Sometimes I do, but I don't know...it's confusing. I lost my dad because of my mom and apparently, there's more to the world than just my house and the grocery store that I was allowed to go to once a month. Most of the time, when I feel stressed or sad, I think about the ways of dying," I confess. "I know I told you to get some sleep, but I have to show you something, and it takes a car ride to get there," he responds.

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-Victoria