Billie
I sit in my room, trying to figure out what I'd done this time. 'Did I hurt her? Did she think I was cheating? She wants me dead... Maybe I should- no! No no no!' I thought to myself. Loud footsteps make their way up the stairs, approaching my room fast. The door swings open and hits the wall behind it with a bang.
"BILLIE JOE ARMSTRONG!! WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN FUCKING DOING!? DREAMING ABOUT SOME OTHER GIRL AGAIN ARE WE!?" She screams at me. "N-no! I would never, h-honey!" I panic back. Why would she think that?
"DON'T PRETEND YOU WEREN'T BILLIE!! YOU WERE!!! YOU HATE ME!! AND FRANKLY, I HATE YOU TOO!!!" She takes a few deep breaths and sits beside me, taking my hand.
She brings out a small pocket knife. My eyes widen and I move away from her a little. She moves me back and smiles, evilly. "Now, honey, I'm going to show you a little thing you can do when you think of someone else or really at any time." She says in calm, soothing voice.
She places the knife's blade on the skin of my arm and slowly puts pressure on it. She drags it sidewards, creating a small and clean cut. She does it again and again until my arm is scattered in cuts. I don't do anything only let her. She then gives me the knife.
"Try it." She says. I place the knife on my skin, putting quite a lot of pressure on it, and dragging sidewards, like she did. It created a deep, bleeding cut.
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Black Blood {Green Day Fanfiction}
FanfictionAmanda is the one making Billie miserable. Why can't he just dump her and move on? Because he loves her but she doesn't love him back. She calls him names and evidently wants him to kill himself. She goes to every length to insult him. What happens...
