Depressed? { Green Day Fic }

Chapter 11

The two walked around the whole neighbourhood, they weren't tired. Which was quite weird. The neighbourhood was really large and huge and everything!

So, they decided to seat at the bench and started talking about what was happening in their life currently.

Billie sat down on the bench first as he got already tired. He looked around the place, he haven't been here before.

Jimmy finally sat down, beside Billie. "So, beej. How's life?" He asked in a slightly awkward tone. Since, he knew that Billie was the quiet type, the type who doesn't really talk much.

Billie looked at Jimmy and gave him a light smile. "It have been fine." He lied. He hated his life. He hated how alone he is. He hated everything. Most importantly, he hated himself.

"You're lying, aren't you Billie." Jimmy said, sounding deadly serious. Billie lets out a bitter laugh, trying to find a excuse to come out with, but guess what. He had no idea what to say.

"I'm s-sorry." That was the only thing he could ever say. He hated lying. But the weird thing is, he lies to himself about being fine.

No, he wasn't fine. He was mentally sick, no one likes a guy who is sad. No one will. Never will anyone like a guy who's sad. They love the ones who are manly and smiling all the time.

But, wait. He is manly. On the inside! He have been fighting his demons his whole life. Doesn't that make someone manly enough?

Why is society this cruel?

He was once a happy little boy.

Now, he was just another depress kid.

Society?

What can I say. Society kills the teenager.

Gives them the most pain.

Society sucks.

Billie hated society.

And mostly.

Society hated him.

Well, he's on the outside.

Looking in.

He can see everyone.

But no one can see him.

Finally, Billie snapped out of his thoughts and just said. "Jimmy, please. You hated me last time. Why are being so concern of what I think of life." He lets out a groan.

"Billie...Hey, can I see your hand?" Jimmy just chuckled.

Billie showed Jimmy his arm, totally forgetting about his cuts and scars. Jimmy unroll his jacket sleeve and looked at his arm, touching every cut.

"Billie...please don't do this. One more time you do this, I'll cut myself even deeper than you. I don't care about losing my live, I care about you losing yours. Don't do this."

Billie shed a tear and hugged Jimmy. "Thank you for that." He mumbled softly, not wanting to let go of Jimmy.