The Day Billie Joe Armstrong Died

Chapter 3 - Suprise Visit From A Well Known Ghost

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 I stared. Rubbed my eyes over and over again. ''I'm dreaming, right? This most be a dream..'' I eyed him. He looked just as frightened as I did. ''Well, you're the one in my bed, you should know!'' I yelled scared. He giggled. However, I couldn't hear it. It was weird, Billie Joe was sitting in my bed, giggling. It can't be real, even though I had a feeling that it wasn't a dream. Despite the fact that that was the only option. He couldn't be here, he's dead. Thinking about that made me cold inside, I looked down at my lap. Billie Joe looked at me, as he was wondering why I was sad. ''What is going on?'' I asked without taking my eyes of my lap. No answer. I looked up and he was gone. I looked baffled around my room. Suddenly he was standing right next to me. I jumped and almost screamed but I placed my hands in front of my mouth. He was looking at me like I was the one who shouldn't be here. It was so unreal. He was standing there, less than a meter away from my side. His black spikey hair, his magnificent green eyes, red tight pants and black shirt. The clothes he died in perhaps? 

''Who are you?'' he whispered. Well, it sounded like whispering even though it looked like he was talking normally. ''I-I'm Alex'' I replied shyly. Suddenly he was at the end of my bed again. I shied. ''Stop that!'' I yelled at him. He put his hands over his head like he surrendered. I half-smiled. ''Are you really Billie Joe?'' I asked curious. He looked at his hands like he was checking if he was Billie Joe, and up to me again. He nodded. It was like someone clenched around my heart. I gasped a little. ''So you're really... dead?'' I asked, a little afraid of hurting him. He nodded again and put his head in his hands. I regretted asking the question. I apologiesed. ''It's okay'' he said under his breath. Suddenly he had popped up next to my little wall of Green Day stuff. A wall of only Green Day stuff, all their cd’s, posters and other stuff. He turned to me and smiled. I felt embarrassed, but in a good way.

I really didn't know what to do. I was still mesmerized by his present. Well, his ''ghost present'' I didn't even believe in ghosts. Nevertheless, I had one right now in my own room. Not just one ghost, the ghost of Billie Joe Armstrong. ''Maybe that's why I'm here...'' I heard he mumbled. ''What was that?'' I asked. ''I'm trying to figure out why I'm here… and not, y'know with my wife or something'' he whispered. There it was, ''y'know'' I got to hear it again. I smiled and felt better. He was right though, why here? We both live in Oakland, he actually lives about twenty minutes away from me. I've always been proud of that. However, I've never had the balls to go over. He popped up next to my computer now, ''show me, I want to know what happened'' he stood over the computer trying to get it started. Of course that didn't work. I couldn't stop myself from laughing a bit. He looked over at me, pouting. ''Mature'' I giggled. But I turned the computer on. I searched on his name, and everything that had been happening in the last hours stood there. Pictures of the band, of Billie Joe’s body under the dark cover. I got the chills just by reading the headlines. Billie Joe stood mesmerized over me and read. And of course, a picture of his wife and sons came up. Adrienne was holding around her boys, crying. This broke him; he popped up in my bed again. It looked like he was crying, but I wasn’t sure and I did not want to ask either. He looked down at the floor.  Seeing him like this was so bizarre. ''I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done tha-'' he stopped me, ''I asked for it'' Still gazing at the floor. At the end of the page there was an article I haven't seen before. ''Billie Joe Armstrong killed by doctors'’ I clicked on it. ''Like the murders on Elvis, Amy Winehouse, Kurt Cobain and other famous rock stars Billie Joe was the doctors next victim...'' My first thought was that this was bullshit. Blaming the doctors, however, the article was really interesting. Billie Joe had popped up beside me again. ''Yes! Exactly! They gave me a lot of pills, but never told me what they where for'' he said, again really softly. 

It was a possibility. All these rock stars, dying from the same, and some of them even had the same doctors! I remember I've read about that somewhere else when Amy Winehouse died. If they killed Billie Joe... I felt my anger was boiling. I told about it to Billie Joe, I could see that he got more and more angry. ''If they killed me, took me away from my wife, sons, friends and fans I SWEAR TO GOD I'LL KILL 'EM!'' This, I heard a little louder actually. It was weird; it was like he got hotter. No, not hotter as more beautiful. His temperature was rising. However, we had to do something. Well, more like I needed to do something. ''Wait, I remember the doctors left some of my pills in my room at the hospital! You have to get in there and check the pills!'' He said while staring at me intense. ''Me-e-e?'' My voice crack. How the hell could I get in there? ''Yah, you! I know Adie will be gathering my stuff at that room before they'll clean it up!'' He had a little pause when he mentioned his wife’s name. He had a point, I yawned. I checked the clock, 5:15. ''Oh shit! Well, before that I need to sleep. Even though I still believe this is a dream...'' Billie looked at the clock. ''Oh shit, I'm sorry'' his voice went back to being soft again. 

I got in my bed and turned the lights of. The last thing I saw was Billie Joe standing in front of the window staring out. I felt so sorry for him. However, all this is so unreal. It has to be a dream… Right?