wow, this one's kind of short. oh well. I
f you're still reading…GOOD!
Chapter 2.
Now those that were left, well we tried to survive
In a mad world of blood, death and fire
And for ten weary weeks I kept myself alive
But around me the corpses piled higher
Then a big Turkish shell knocked me arse over tit
And when I woke up in my hospital bed
And saw what it had done, I wished I was dead
Never knew there were worse things than dying
For no more I'll go waltzing Matilda
All around the green bush far and near
For to hump tent and pegs, a man needs two legs
No more waltzing Matilda for me
After falling asleep in front of "Friends" (that Joey. He's just too zany) and later waking up, Val decided to call up her best friend and, by any means her complete opposite, Caitie Roth. She was very good friends with Jamie, probably the best he has. She might know where he is, plus she was bored.
"Hello?" a monotonous and completely disinterested-sounding voice picked up the phone.
"Hey Caitie"
"Val! What's up?" she sounded a bit more cheerful now.
"Nothing much. Hey, do you know where Jamie is? He didn't show up for his shift today! I tried to call him, but he gave the EMT's a fake phone number!"
"oh no…"
"Hey, you know where he lives don't you? I could just drop by…" Val said expectantly.
After several moments of silence, "I…I can't tell you where he lives Val."
"Oh, come on Caitie. I'm not going to kill him in his sleep or anything." Val said, wondering what the problem was.
Caitie sighed loudly over the phone "I'm serious Val. alright. I'm going to have to tell you everything. Everything about Jamie…but only because I'm afraid of what you might say to him. Val, you know how Jamie never talks about is parents or anything?" After a few moments silence, "Well, they're dead, he lives in the shelter down on 58th ave."
There was silence.
This is not what Val had been expecting.
"His dad was one of those men in the peacekeeping forces, he was sent in the middle of some damn war in the middle east while his mom was pregnant. He came back a several months later but he'd lost his legs when his troupe had been unexpectedly shelled." Catie took a break. Thinking of this story always made her cry. "Jamie had been born by then, but his dad got depressed. He purposely overdosed on his medication. His mom, she nearly went crazy, became an alcoholic, and died of alcohol poisoning when Jamie was 14. He's been on his own ever since."
Silence.
"My god Catie…that's so horrible" whispered Val, clearly taken aback by the story.
"I know." Caitie responded, remembering the time she'd first heard Jamie's tragic story.
"listen. Today, april 6th, was the day his dad was attacked. Jamie visits his parents' grave and sort of, thinks what his life might be like if his dad had been okay right now, I guess"
Val was completely astounded. Anger had turned to concern, all she knew was that she had to talk to him. No one should be alone with such a burden.
"thanks Catie" she said and slowly lowered the receiver on to the hook.