My new life... [Green Day fanfic.]

Chapter 8

But this time I didn't wake up at a hotel room, but with a glass of cold water poured all over my face...

"Mike! You idiot!"

"That was for the bucket," he laughed and high-fived Billie.

"You betrayer!" I shouted at him, laughing too.

A flight attendent gave me a small towel.

My backpack was so small, that I could take it in the plane with me. But I was running out of fresh clothes.

"Guys, I don't wanna annoy you again with shopping, but I need some fresh clothes. Or do we have a washing machine at the hotel?"

"Shopping? Somebody said shopping?!" Tre got overwhelmed.

"I think, we gotta go shopping..." Mike sighed.

"But this time I can pay by myself."

"No way!" Billie interrupted.

So after we arrived at the hotel, we went shopping. While we were at some small, cheap grunge store, Tre ran into an Intimissi-shop to look after some bras for him. I had to pull him out with all force I could muster.

In the evening we watched a film, but no one of has seen the end, 'cause we all fell asleep on the couch.

That night I had really bad nightmares. A car crashing. The voices of my real parents. Fire. I could even smell the smell I remebered from the crash. I woke up in the middle of the night, shouting, being disoriented.

"Liz!" Billie came over to me. "What happened?"

"My parents. The car crash. Fire. All those memories," I started to cry. He hugged me tight, laying me down again.

"Try to get to sleep again. Don't think about it again," he said, ruffling my hair, kissing my forehead. "You're safe here." 

I tried to think about the last few days, but the memories won't leave my mind. I didn't sleep well.

When I woke up the next morning, the others were already up. I checked my phone. It was June, 3rd.

The day of the car crash. My brain sent me all of the pictures again. Fire, ambulances, the crash itself. My head started to ache really bad. I got up off the couch, running into the bathroom. Every year it was the same. There's only one way to stop them - something sharp parting my skin.

I found an old razor blade and slit on my skin.

Once, twice.

The pictures started to go black.

Third time. Fourth time.

Always less pictures and memories.

Fifth time. Sixth time. Seventh time, eighth time.

The headache stopped. The pain on my arm got bigger. I took some toilet paper and held it on the cuts. I needed some disinfection, 'cause the blade was really old,and not really clean. I looked through the things the others left here. I could feel how some blood dripped on the floor.

I found some spirits and tossed it over the fresh scares;

"Ahhh, fuck." It hurt as bad as fuck.

After the bleeding stopped, I leaned against the wall and let the tears stream down my face. The song 'Scars' from Papa Roach played in my head.

And my scares remind me that the past is real...

After I couldn't cry anymore, I got out. Billie was in the room.

*BILLIE'S POV*

I could hear the bathroom door open. It had to be Liz;

"Hey Liz, wanna come today to the beach?" I asked her, before I turned around. She looked bad. Very bad. "Liz, are you sick?" I moved towards her. Then I realized she was all the time in there; crying. "Liz, what happened? Come here," I hugged her tight, then I grabbed her arm and moved her to the sofa.

"Ouch," she whispered.

"Oh, sorry. Did you hurt your arm? Let me see," I rolled up her sleeve. She looked away, tears filling her eyes.