Living with Tommy was tough for the rest of the week was difficult. We were always fighting. I threatened to move out and live in the moldy,old, rehersal space.
Tommy would just say "FINE JUDE GO BACK TO SPEED THEN!"
Then I would end up saying "I DON"T WANT SPEED!"
Then Tommy would say "WHO DO YOU WANT!"
Then I would yell "YOU!"
Then we would fierecly kiss and then pretend it didn't happen. I want to sneak out some nights and live with my freaking dad and Yvette. The two people who aren't my favorite in this world. I felt that bad. No, Tommy was not making life easier for me. Yes, I know at the end of the day he would be the only one there for me. He was my best friend. Sometimes more. Sometimes not. We are unsperable somedays and others the only reason I would want to get close to Tommy would be to strangle him. Wow, we do have a love-hate relationship. No! Not relationship! I hate that word. It's friendship and that's it. Sometimes.
Uh! I wish I would shut up!
"Seems like I've been on my own so long."
I am so tired these days. Kwest says it's just from working my 4th and probaly final album but something seems missing. Just this empty feeling inside. I wish Sadie was here. Then, I could talk to her about girl stuff and then giggle all night long and always be there for each other. Sadie was different from the "Dudes" I stare at the scar across my leg.
Flashback
"Sadie I can't believe you scored these tickets!" I said exidedly.
"I'm magic" Sadie said sarcasticlly.
I smile. We get out of the car.
"Shut up and don't move." A voice came infront of us.
I stop. Sadie follows my lead.
"Drop your bag."
I do as I'm told. Sadie drops hers.
"Ah your Jude Harrison." The voice says.
He slaps my cheek. I whisper an ouch in pain.
"I wonder how much money I could get for your hostage."
I feel Sadie grip my arm.
This was the end. I felt it.
"RUN!" Sadie screams as she grabs my arm.
I run off with her. I hear a "boom" then Sadie scream.
Sadie still had her grip on my arm which sent me falling to the ground as well.
My leg hurts extremely bad and I see blood soaking my new jeans. Then I see the guy nearing towards me. I hear another shot and he falls over. I start to cry hastarically as I look at Sadie.
Her face was scratched and swollen and her back was covered in blood.
I remember one time, we took a survey about each other on myspace.
"Would you take a bullet for this person?" The question asked.
"Anytime. Any place." Sadie had answered.
I hear the sirens.
I put a hand to my now swollen cheek then black out as I see my sister's bottom lip quiver.
Flashback continues
"She isn't dead. She is in a coma. A - well state in which she will never come out of. She
suffered nerve damage which spread to her brain. Causing the stress causing the tumor. I know this is hard. I'll be here if you need me." The doctor ended.
I grabbed the click board out of his hand.
Age: 22 Condition: dying - - - -
I didn't read anymore.
It was to much.
Sadie was dying and there was nothing I could do about it.
