Still Breathing (Green Day fanfic)

Chapter 1

Sept. 10th, 1988

A young boy with dark brown, almost looking like black, long hair and green eyes stood in front of his dying father. The boy was surrounded by his mother, brothers, and sisters. The boy's dying father wanted his youngest son close to him. The boy and his dying father had a really close bond together because of music.

The boy stood on the right side of his father, hold his father's hand. The boy had tears streaming down his cheeks. The boy's green eyes were red and puffy. They looked almost broken. The father opened his mouth and the boy tensed and was ready to listen to his father's last words.

"Billie, promise me one thing" The boy's father started. The boy, Billie, frowned and got closer to his father.

"Promise me that you will never stop playing" the father said. Billie nodded his head with more tears streaming down his face.

"No, my boy. Don't cry. You be strong for your mother, sisters, and brothers. Promise that you would never stop playing music and that you would always know that I'm hear with you" the father said. Billie nodded his head.

"No. I want you to say it" the father said. Billie wiped his tears and opened his mouth.

"I promise I won't stop playing music" Billie said. The father looked at the rest of his family. He gave them a weak smile.

"I love you all. David, you're the man of the house now. Take care of your brothers and sisters. Especially your mother. Girls, I love you three. All three of you are my little girls. Alan, you win that state championship for me. Ollie, you be strong for me. You be a strong mother for me. I love you Ollie. Billie, don't stop playing. Don't stop. I love you all" the father said. And like that the father took his last breath.

Billie stood there in front of his lifeless father. Tears went streaming down his cheeks. His eyes were broken and filled with anger and pain. His heart broke into a million pieces. He stood there holding his father's hand. He heard his brothers and sisters cry with their mother.

"Dad?" Billie said as his voice cracked.

"Dad?" Billie said again. His father didn't respond. Billie cried harder and harder. His father was gone. His best friend was gone. His whole world was gone.

(Funeral)

It was a rainy day at the funeral. Everyone dressed in black. Everyone was crying or trying to not cry. Everyone had serious faces. Everyone was gloomy. The day was gloomy. Everyone was concetrated in the priest's words and final blessing while Billie was looking at the grey clouds. The clouds remind him of his mood. They remind him of his troubles. "Billie" his mother called.

Billie looked up and saw that everyone was staring at him. Billie blushed in embarrassment. "Billie, would you like to say anything?" The priest asked.

Billie nodded his head. He went in front of everyone next to the priest. Right now, Billie didn't care if he would get wet. All he cared was that he wouldn't mess up his words. "My dad and I had a very special bond together through music. I think that dad understood my moods through music. Dad told me that if I go where the music goes, something big would happen. And I promised him that I would follow the music" Billie started.

"I remember that dad would play football with us six. Mom would be our cheerleader. I remember when dad broke Alan's arm on accident when he tackled him" Billie said making everyone there chuckle, but that was only for a few seconds. Everyone went back to seriousness.

"I remember that mom was really furious and dad went up to her and said, 'Alan would be a very great football player if you let him play. He'd be a great receiver'. Dad always encouraged us to do what we wanna do. He encouraged David to be valedictorian and he is now. He encouraged Alan to play football and he is. He encouraged the girls to be dancers and they are. He encouraged me to play music. And I am. Because of him, we'll never stop what we are doing because he believed in us. Dad, we love you and we'll miss you so much" Billie said.

And Billie never talked from that day on. That was the last time Billie smiling. After the funeral, Billie stopped smiling and hardly talked too. The pain over losing his father, took a big turn on him. Instead of getting better, the pain grew and took over him. When Billie and his family got home, Billie locked himself in his room and didn't come out. He didn't come out of his room for food or for school. He didn't come to practice with his friends. He just locked up in his room with a picture of his father and his blue guitar.

His best friends, Mike and Tre, tried to get him out of his room but it didn't work. Billie would just yell at them to leave him alone. Or he wouldn't reply. At times when it was night time, you could hear Billie crying himself to sleep or you could hear Billie sobbing. This was hard on Billie. He couldn't take it in that his father was dead. He couldn't. He was only ten. Only ten and he still had a lot to show to his father.

A/N: sorry for the grammar errors. To lazy to correct them.