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When It Hurts
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Singers/Bands/Musicians › Green Day
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
6
Views:
1,258
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Green Day. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
When It Hurts
Title: When It Hurts
Rating: I don't know.
Genre: Angst, nonfiction fiction
Pairing: Billie/Mike
Summary: Billie Joe as me at this particular moment.
Disclaimer: I don't own either of them.
When It Hurts
He hurt. He feel broken and dirty. He wanted to crawl in a hole and die. He wanted to slit his wrists. He wanted to run. He wanted to take as many pills as his throat would swallow. He wanted to throw a brick at the reflection he was in the mirror.
He wanted to brush his teeth until they fell out. He wanted to wash his tongue until it bled. He wanted to wash his face until it was raw.
He wanted it all to go away.
He didn't know him. And he didn't want to. He saw a face his didn't recognize. A last name he didn't know.
And he had wanted to remember his first time with a smile.
He shouldn't have wanted to die.
And what was he going to tell Mike? What was he going to say?
'I'm a whore. Please don't hate me.'
He could picture blue eyes turning away from him forever.
He could picture his broken smile.
He knew it wasn't the end of the world.
But it sure felt like it.
Rating: I don't know.
Genre: Angst, nonfiction fiction
Pairing: Billie/Mike
Summary: Billie Joe as me at this particular moment.
Disclaimer: I don't own either of them.
When It Hurts
He hurt. He feel broken and dirty. He wanted to crawl in a hole and die. He wanted to slit his wrists. He wanted to run. He wanted to take as many pills as his throat would swallow. He wanted to throw a brick at the reflection he was in the mirror.
He wanted to brush his teeth until they fell out. He wanted to wash his tongue until it bled. He wanted to wash his face until it was raw.
He wanted it all to go away.
He didn't know him. And he didn't want to. He saw a face his didn't recognize. A last name he didn't know.
And he had wanted to remember his first time with a smile.
He shouldn't have wanted to die.
And what was he going to tell Mike? What was he going to say?
'I'm a whore. Please don't hate me.'
He could picture blue eyes turning away from him forever.
He could picture his broken smile.
He knew it wasn't the end of the world.
But it sure felt like it.