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

Chapter 23

I was to shocked to realize the pain and the blood I spit. I heard familiar voices, but I didn't recognize them, because I got more and more tired...

*Billie's POV*

"I think she's waking up BeeJ!" Tre bursted out of the hospital room. All heads shot up immedeatly. All of the guys and Adie, her friends from school and the guys from Emily's Army were here.

"Fucking hell, what happened? Why the fuck does everything hurt? And by the way, where the fuck I am?" she said. She looked very weak.

"You look pretty fucked up," Tre said to her.We all shot him death glares.

"You're in the hospital," I started to explain, but Abbey cut me off;

"Emily's gorillas caught you two days ago after school and bet you pretty bad up."

"Two fucking days ago?!"

*Liz' POV*

I couldn't believe I was in this freakin' room for two days. (Y'know, I hate hospitals for some reasons I don't really wanna come up with now.)

"Yeah. You were really critical after we found you," Mike said, scratching his head.

"Critical?! She had to be resuscitated!" Ryan nearly shouted.

"How bad did those assholes beat me up?"

"Concussion, two broken ribs, some bruises and you've had an internal bleeding," a young doctor explained. She had long, ginger hair and looked very nice.

"We have to keep in here for observation, but if you're doing well, you may go tomorrow," she went along, explaining. "But now, I ask everybody to leave, Ms. Meier needs sleep and peace now, which is very hard with you, Mr. Cool, by her side," she smiled. He smiled back to her. They all left, Travis handing me my phone with my earphones.

"Just in case you get bored," he said and left before I ccould thank him. Billie waited until everybody was out.

"I'm really happy you're awake, Lassie," he said, kissing my forehead. I hugged him. The doctor cleared her throat, signalizing Billie to leave. "I'll get you tomorrow."

"Doc, could I have some painkillers?"

"Sure, here. It takes some time until they get to work," she handed me two pills.

"Thanks."

"So you're with Green Day?"

"Yeah. Long story," I had to smile.

"Lost daughter or adopted child?" she smiled too.

"Picked up in Austria and yeah, in the end adopted."

"Explains the surename."

"Oh, it's not my real surename; my parents died when I was little and one of the families I got in wanted to get my name changed. I was too little to understand it, y'know."

"And what's your real surename?" she looked at me interested.

"It's Jones. I was born here in Oakland anyways, and yeah. My parents are buried here and it feels like home here, no matter what surename I have."

"You're born in September 1996?"

"Yeah."

"And your parents were Mitch and Anna Jones?"

"Yeah, from where-"

"We've been best friends. I was always the little girl among them; but they were always fun to hang with. They've written in their last will, that I should take care of you. So I got on that plane and when I arrived in Vienna, they said that you've been already placed in a family. I tried you trace you until I heard that you've been with Green Day on stage. I somehow had that feeling that you're in the right hands now..." she slowly trailed off. I couldn't believe what I've heared right now... She tried to find me? There actually was/is someone who cared and or cares about me...all those years I thought I'm allone now, there was somebody looking for me. "Shh, sweetie...it's ok..." she hugged me. I realized I must've been crying.

"That means I can start packing as soon as I get home?" I tried to hold back tears.

"No sweetie. Not if you don't want to. When you're happy there were you are now, you can stay. But you have to know, that everytime you want to get away, my door's open for you," she said, sending me another smile.

"Are you sure? I mean, it's in my parents last will and-"

"Their last will was that that you're happy. When you're happy at Billie Joe's, than stay there. Try to catch up - your arms and paintings speak about past.

"You've seen my paintings?" A yawn escaped my lips. She nodded and gestured me to go to sleep.

That night I've had a lot of dreams - good ones and nightmares. When Billie picked me up in the morning, I kinda zoomed out again.

"Hey kiddo, what's wrong?"

"I need to get to the cemetery," I said, being kinda distant. He nodded, knowing who I wanted to visit after more than ten years...