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

Chapter 9

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

*BILLIE'S POV*

She looked away, ashamed.

"Liz, did you do that just now?" I looked at her, but she seemed to be too ashamed. "Liz, please, look at me," She looked me in the face, tears running down her cheek, her dark hair covering her blue eyes. "Come here. It's gonna be alright.", I said, hugging her. She started letting all of the tears come out. "Shh..." I tried to calm her. in the background, I could hear how the door was opened and Mike and Tre came in.

"Oh my God, what happened in the bathroom?!" I could hear Tre shout. Then he saw us, saw 'his' Liz crying on the sofa. He ran over to us.

*MIKE'S POV*

I too was shocked as I saw the bathroom floor. Blood, an old razor and a bottle of spirits. Tre ran over to Liz. He got all serious and pale.

"Liz," he whispered. I ran over there too. Her right sleeve was rolled up, showing eight big, fresh and deep cuts. I knelt down by her side.

*TRE'S POV*

As soon as I saw the razor on the floor and Liz on the sofa, I ran over to her, hugging her, too. She looked ashamed, and couldn't stop crying.

"I'm sorry. So fucking sorry," she said through a lot of sniffs.

"Hey, you've got nothing to be sorry for, Lassie," I hugged her tightly, kissing her forehead. After a few minutes she calmed down a bit.

"Hey, kid. Tell us, what happened," Mike knelt on the floor.

"I-I-I," she sniffed. "All those pictures. The headaches. And the unstoppable pictures. Fire. The car in the tree. My parents screaming. The ambulances. I could even smell it.," She had to take another break. "This pain of loss, the knowledge, that I could've had a better life, if they didn't die," I patted her back, listening to what she had to say.

Mike got some hot chocolate for her. An hour later she was all normal again.

I couldn't understand, how such a young, great girl could be so broken...

*LIZ' POV*

I felt so ashamed. But all three listened 'til the end. I loved them. They didn't seem like they were blaming me, or mad at me. They just listened, caring about me like no one else has.

"Guys, could we go to the beach?" I asked shyly.

"Now?"

"Only if you want to," Billie replied.

"Yes. Please let me have that day I couldn't have with my parents," I looked at them. They agreed. "But please don't frighten when you see me - I have a lot of bruises from my mum..."

A half hour later we were outside the town, sitting at the beach. It was really hot outside and the water was really refreshing.

"Somebody wanna go swimming?" I asked, moving towards the water. Tre got up, took my hand and started to drown me (of course meant as a joke) - hopefully Billie and Mike came after us, because Tre did almost drown me complete. 

"Tre! You stupid?!" Billie asked laughing. I jumped on his back, plunging him into the water. When I got up, Mike did the same.

In the evening we went to some restaurant, eating real Italian pasta. It was a great day (from the beach on).

Back at the hotel, I called Tory.

T: Liz?

L: Hey, Tory.

T: Where are you now? London or Rome?

L: Rome. We just came back to the hotel. It was a great day. I miss you.

T: I miss you too.

L: How's school going?

T: As usual. The others are starting rumors about you and suicide.

L.:Rumors about me and suicide?

Right as I said that, Billie came into the room.

T: Yeah...they're stupid as usual.

L: Yeah. By the way, what's the school saying about me not being there?

T: They're trying to find out Billie Joe's number to call him and make him bring you back.

L: No kidding?

T: No kidding.

L: Not bad. Look, I gotta go. I call you soon. Bye!

T: Bye.

"Rumors 'bout you?" Billie asked.

"Yeah. They're being stupid and y'know."

"Hey, that's my phrase!"

"Ok, ok, calm your tits. Oh, by the way, the school's looking for your number to call ya and make you bring me back."

"No kidding?"

"No kidding."

"Your school's really stupid."

"I know. I think I'm gonna get some sleep," I said, crawling into bed. At the very same moment Tre and Mike came into the room.

"Hey, you going to sleep?" Both asked me.

"Yeah."

"Night Lassie!" they all screamed.

"Night Dads. You've got no idea how much I apprecite what you're-oh, sorry, really. I was just- I didn't wanna call you-"

"Hey, no problem, kid. Try to get some sleep," Mike said. Tre ruffled my hair and Billie gave me a kiss on the forehead.

The next morning I woke up, I realized my cuts opened up at night, staining the bed red.

"Fuck..." I mumbled and went to see if the others were up.