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

Chapter 24

"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...

When I got to the grave of my parents, it slowly started to rain. I touched the tombstone, and stitch occurred in my chest. I knew this kind of feeling; pain of loss. The knowledge, that my life could've been better, the last few years, if they were still alive.
"Hey Mummy. Hey Daddy," I said slowly, trying to hold back the tears. "Well, I don't know if you hear me or not; I just wanted to say, that I miss you. I met Molly in the hospital. She's a doctor now. She never gave up looking for me. And yeah, right now, I feel kinda happy. But I still miss you. I miss you two every day, every night. I wish I could see you one more time, wish I could talk to you one more time. And yeah, somehow be with you one more time," I swept softly with my fingers over the stone and letters which were engraved in the light coloured stone. I didn't know which stone it was and it somehow didn't bother me a lot. "I wish you could've seen me the past few years. I wish you could've told me at least once in your short lives that you're proud of me," I swept away a tear. "Y'know, I did some things you wouldn't be proud of at all. But I improved on my guitar playing and my singing, something I know you would've appreciated. And I learned drawing and painting - yeah, a few days ago you could see my paintings at a gallery," I had to smile a bit. "And I improved on my english skills. And yeah. There's nothing more to say. Not really," I said, leaning on a tree which stood there. I couldn't stop the tears running down my face. I were just sitting there, crying and getting more and more wet from the rain.

It was getting dark, when someone layed his hand on my shoulder. It was the doctor, Molly.
"Hello Liz. I saw you talking to them before."
"Hm? Oh hey Molly. Yeah. I- I just felt like it. You know, ten years is a long time," I said, still being kinda decenta and fixing the tombstone with my eyes. She sat down by my side. We were talking a bit, until Billie came to get me.
I was still distant when we got home and I missed dinner. I heard Emily's Army practise, but I didn't care. I just layed in a corner, holding onto a teddybear and a photo of my parents and me, with music blasting as loud as possible into my ears and a bottle of vodka in my hand. I felt the door open and being closed, but I didn't look up. It was Travis. He sat down by my side, pulling one of my earphone into his ear. I didn't bother to move or to really look at him. He pulled me up, so that my head was laying on his chest. He took the photo from me, studying it exactly. I felt again a few tears falling from my eyes, that stitch coming back again. I wanted to go to the cementary to find closure, but instead I was just laying (or sitting) on the floor.
"I will never find closure. I'm a basket case, a hopeless case, worse than useless," I didn't move my head, didn't look up to him. "Sorry - I'm talking shit when I'm drunk," I said, sniffing. He lifted me up, placing me in my bed and pulled the covers over me.

*Joey's POV*
I saw Travis come out of Liz' Room. What's wrong with that guy? She's something like my sister! But he cut me off before I could even start talking to him.
"Calm down, I just put her into bed. She's been sitting on the floor with a bottle of vodka and a picture of her parents," he said, guiding me back to the music room.

*Liz' POV*
The next morning I woke up, I had a really bad headache. When I saw the bottle of vodka, some memories from last night flashed back to me. I wanted to cry again, but instead I got up and tried to make myself look as always - what didn't go as well as I expected.
In the kitchen I poured myself a big cup of coffee.
"Liz! Liz! Liz!" Jake screamed.
"Damn Jake, would you stop fucking shouting? I'm really not in the mood for it today," I snapped back, grabbing my backpack and waiting at Joey's van, smoking a cig.

"Oh god, we're so fucking happy you're back!" the group greeted me. Ryan shouted my name as he saw me, not laing in a hospital bed.
"I'm glad you're happy 'bout me being back, but I nearly killed Jake today in the morning because of some shouting, so please hold it back. My headache's killing me."
"Ok. Nobody asked for sex anyway," Mike joked, but I shot him something more than just a death glare.

When I got home, I realized that Mike and Tre where in today too.
"Just don't kill them, ok?" Joey sent me a proving look. I nodded. Tre didn't run over to me, shouting, but just hugged me silently, whispering in my ear with a grin;
"If I were you, I'd hide that bottle in your room."
"What the fuck were you doing in my room?" I sent him a scanning look. He put his hands defensive in the air, looking away. I patted him on the shoulder.