It was midnight and Billie was in his room sitting on the floor with his back leaning against the bedroom door. In his hands, he had a razor on the left and bottles of pills in his right. He closed his eyes and everything went quiet. He remembered him and his father playing music together while his family danced and sang along. He opened his eyes and tears went down his face.
Do it Billie. Take the pills. Run that razor through your skin. It'd feel better. It'd help you.
Billie looked at the razor and pills. More tears went down his cheeks. He dropped the bottle of pills and ran the razor through his skin. His wrist became bloody and they were getting filled with straight lines. Billie stopped when he realized that there was so much blood on the floor. He stood up and went to his bathroom in his room.
He turned on the sink and washed his wrist. As the water hit his wounds, he hissed due to the sting. He then dried up his wrist and bandaged it up. He went back to his room and he cried when he went to the floor. After two minutes of crying, he wiped his tears and grabbed his guitar. He leaned back on his door and started a song. The song had a very good tempo and melody to it. So Billie decided to give it some lyrics.
Summer has come and passed
The innocent can never last
Wake me up when September ends
Like my father's come to pass
Seven years has gone so fast
Wake me up when September ends
Here comes the rain again
Falling from the stars
Drenched in my pain again
Becoming who we are
As my memory rests
But never forgets what I lost
Wake me up when September ends
Billie put down his guitar and grabbed his notepad. He wrote the verse and chorus down and he just wrote and wrote the song. As he wrote he kept remembering things of his father. When he wrote, the memories of his father brought more tears to his eyes.
Wow Billie. You are so stupid. How can you cut yourself. Your so stupid. You should've taken the pills to kill yourself. You shouldn't have picked up that notepad. You should've just killed yourself.
Billie shook his head and put his hands to his hair. He was rocking back and forth trying to block the voices in his head. Then his phone rang. And that's when the voices stopped. Billie stood up and picked up his phone.
B- hello?
M- hey it's Mike!
B- oh. Hey.
T- and Tre!
B- hi Tre. Um it's no-
M- so um pat rang me and he said that we have to make another album. He said that Dookie and Nimrod are flying off the charts.
B- oh yeah. I-i was just s-starting a new one.
T- cool dude.
B- yeah.
M- what's it gonna be called?
B- I-I d-don't know yet.
M- you okay Billie?
B- yeah. Just tired.
M- okay. Well we gotta go
T- see ya later Beej!
B- bye.
You see Billie, they don't really care how you feel. They don't care.
Billie shook his head and sat on his bed. He grabbed his guitar and continued to play. Everything around him was blocked. He was only concentrated to the music and nothing couldn't hold him back.
(Two years later) 1995
Two years had passed and Billie was slowly dying. He had cut himself even more and he became depressed every day. He was still alive because of the music and promise he made to his father. That was the only thing.
Billie had just finished writing and recording the band's new album and he was quite nervous to show it to the band. He wondered if they would like it or not. Billie sat on a spinning chair as their manager talked about tour dates and concerts and interviews.
Billieeeee! Billieeee! Remember me?!
Go away.
Why? We use to have a good time together. I'm sad that I still see you alive.
Don't worry about that I'll take care of that soon.
That's the spirit Billie. You should kill yourself with those pills. Have you cut your wrists again faggot? I can tell you did. Did you do them deeper faggot?
Leave me alone! Leave me alone!
"Billie?" A soft voice said capturing Billie's attention. He looked at Mike, Tre, and their manager, Pat. They had confused and worried face expressions.
"Billie, you're okay?" Tre asked. Billie frowned and looked at them.
Billie, Billie, Billie. THEY DON'T CARE ABOUT YOU! Stop believing that they care! They don't!
"Beej, you have tears. You okay?" Pat said. Quickly, Billie wiped his tears away. He felt embarrassed and he looked down at his feet.
"Yeah, I'm fine. I'm sorry" Billie said. He sat up straight and gave them a weak smile.
"If you wanna talk about, I'm here" Pat said. "We're all here"
Billie nodded his head. "I know"
He wanted to tell them that he really misses his dad and that he wants to be with him. He wants to tell them that he wants to die. He wants to die so he can be with his father.
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Still Breathing (Green Day fanfic)
FanficAfter Billie's father died, Billie has never been the same. He stopped being that funny and happy boy. He became angry and depressed. He stopped smiling and he hardly talks. The only thing that keeps him alive is music and his friends.
