Monday, March 27, 2006

an eyeliner story - lay him to rest
i don't care that none of you have commented but im just back form a funeral and am fresh with gref and poetry.

The police, and ambulance arrived with a morge team. Billy, paul,Joel and Benji helped the team with the body and were appregeated for there help.you and carry stayed out of the way and sat at the top of the stars watching down on the team. Carry put her arm round you and coforted you as you did her.

~present~
Billie joes body has been takin home to Oakland California where his family will be waiting to lay him to rest. You can not fly as you are over 4 months prganant so you and billy stay at home and let everyone else go to Oakland.Billy is standing in the kitchen of your new home making coffee for you both.
"you okay ?"he asks
you nod.
"how bout you honey are you okay?" you replie wiping your eyes.
You walks in with the coffee, hands it to you and sits down.
"why is tre doing this? i mean hasn't he had his laughs? raping carry and driving her to attempt suicide, raping me and almost killing me, killing mike.." you stop there you can't go on with the desritption you choking up.
Billy puts his arm round you.
"it'll be okay." he says
"no its not!! tre will get me and you and everyone else if the police don't find him."
Billy moved his hand up and down your sholder.
" we'll find him Myself, Paul, joel and benji we'll all find him with or with out the police."
you look at him.
"no. if he kills you then i don't know how ill go on. and that goes for anyone else that he kills."
Billy kisses your forehead, he knows your not the sort of person who would say something and not mean it.
" ill always be here for you in life and death. i love you but i don't want us getting married until he is caught."
you smile at him.
"thank you billy...thank you." you throw your arms round him.

~tre~
Tre throw the hand gun into a backpack along with 3 knives and a box of pills.
" iv gotten billy joe all i need to do now is get past Billy and im home free to kill ____"
He throw the bag over his sholder, left the apartment and jogged down the stairs.
A police officer was standing outside.
tre pulled his hood over his head and jogged off in the opposit direction.
"shit," he thought, " pigs are gonna get me. fuck i gotta get me a hidin spot."

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