Lily can't bear it anymore, so she takes action, and meets another famous face on her way.
Mikey was in hospital for the second time this week.
I wasn’t allowed to see him though, and to be perfectly honest, I didn’t want to.
I just wanted him to recover without me there, teasing him, and winding him up all the time.
I was sure it was me, continually getting his hopes up for a relationship, and then dropping him like nothing.
I was also sure that since I was with the band, things had started to go pear shaped.
So right there, on that hot day, on a tour bus, near Des Moines, Iowa, I decided that I had to go.
I’d seen what life was like on the tour, and now I guess tour life was over for me. I stood up briskly, and made my way over to my bunk.
I grabbed all my clothes, and stuffed them in; not bothering to fold them, then in went my shoes, and jewellery. I tugged the drawstrings shut, and rooted around for my backpack.
I searched everywhere, but it was nowhere to be found.
I didn’t want to call Ray to help me find it, because I was afraid it would be obvious I was leaving.
Giving up on my bunk, I searched the front of the bus.
After about half an hour, and still no backpack, I decided to check the five places I hadn’t looked; the guys bunks.
I did Mikey’s first, I don’t know why, but I feel attracted to him, and anything to do with him (Yeah I know, it’s weird).
Nope. Not a backpack in sight.
Rays next and still nothing (although I did find a stash of rather err... dodgy magazines, which kind of grossed me out)
I tried Johnny’s bunk, and was so grossed out; I couldn’t search it all, as it was filled with half eaten doughnuts, bottles of beer and dead... things...
So that left Gee and Frank’s bunks.
I decided where to go first (Eenie meenie miney mo...), and I headed to Gerard’s bunk. I pulled back the curtain, and found the wall adorned with sketches of everything, birds animals, flowers, the guys, skulls, me, WAIT! ME? I peered in closer to see if I was mistaken, but it was definitely me. My hair was the same, and I was wearing the outfit I wore on the day I lost mom. After staring and searching for a few more minutes, I decided nothing was here. So that left Frank’s bunk.
I pulled back the curtain that covered the bed, and saw it was clean in there, odd for Frank, who was normally unbelievably messy.
Then I spotted the lump under the covers.
Peeling back the pink (yes, pink) hello kitty bedspread, I saw my black Slipknot rucksack. And it was open, my contents spilling onto the bed.
What the fuck?
I found my sidekick, and saw I had like eight messages.
All from Mikey.
I checked my deleted folder, and a whole stack of texts from the youngest way were piled up, all unread (I never empty my inbox)
Frank Iero had been deleting all my texts from Mikey.
I wanted to stay and confront him when he got back from hospital, but then I remembered I was leaving, so I scooped the rest of my gear into the rucksack, and slung it over my back.
I was ready to go.
I opened the tour bus door and ran out, onto the road, dragging my other bag behind me.
Hours pass and night comes.
My phone was buzzing non-stop in my pocket with messages from the guys, full of concern.
I read the first few, but they just made me want to turn back, so I took the battery out of my sidekick and tucked it in my pocket for safekeeping.
I looked around and in the dark, just about made out the shape of Des Moines, it was a way off, but I couldn’t stop going, not now.
I went to cross the road.
I saw the headlights a second after I was in their path, but I was too late to throw myself out of the way.
I threw my arms over my head, turning away, bracing myself against the impact, but none came.
I looked through the gap in my arms to see the car bumper a millimetre away, and a silhouette coming towards me.
Squinting in the dark, I saw a familiar face came into view.
Not familiar in the sense that I knew them personally, but familiar in the sense I had like, all of their CD’s in my old home.
Familiar in the sense that the name of his band was all over my rucksack.
Joey Jordison got closer.
“Holy shit! I am so sorry, I didn’t see you! Are you okay?”
He scanned my face and kept asking me if I was alright.
“I’m fine Joey!” I said after repeating myself over and over again.
“Uh... you know my name?”
“Well, I was a slipknot fan...” I trailed off
“Right, umm... do you need a ride home or something? I feel like, really bad for nearly hitting you” a small frown creased his brow.
“I-I don’t have a home” and then realisation crashed over me. I had no home. No money. Nothing. Everything I owned was in my bags I had right now.
I started to cry.
“Umm...Shit. Please don’t cry... just let me take you into Des Moines at least...” He was obviously shaken up by the incident of nearly hitting me.
“Oh-okay” I sniffled, wiping the tears away with the back of my hand.
“C’mon then, hop in” he walked over to the car and opened the door for me.
I slid in, and immediately saw how rich this guy was.
The car had a rich leather interior, with a huge bass system in the back, it was a low, sporty car, and there were gadgets all over the dashboard.
But the best thing about the car was it was warm. I got in and tiredness washed over me, and no matter how hard I tried to keep them open, my eyes shut in the end.
“Lily, please, come back, you have nowhere to go and we’re all worried about you... please, call us at least.” I hung up on the answering machine, after leaving yet another message and went to my bunk.
I buried my face in my pillow and cried, hoping to at least sleep.
Mikey would be home in a few more days, it turned out the aesthetic hadn’t worked, he’d felt everything that had happened. I couldn’t imagine the pain my brother had been through, and I knew I’d have to make it up to him somehow.
Frank was visiting Mikey now, and apparently Mikes had said he didn’t want to see me.
That’s why I was here on the bus instead of at the hospital.
I rolled over so I was facing the wall and saw the small sketch of Lily I’d done.
I single tear rolled down my cheek, I missed her.
I wanted her back.
Frank perched on the end of my bed, as I fiddled with my sheets. The silence was awkward. Frank broke it
“Why did he do it though Mikey?”
“I told you Frank... he just hit me, for no reason. I have absolutely no idea, he just lashed out, you know?”
I mentally grinned. Of course that wasn’t what had happened at all, but I was acting to my plan.
“Yeah but, I never knew Gerard to lash out unprovoked...” he trailed off looking unsure
“Yeah? Well he obviously did, or I wouldn’t be here” I snapped.
And with that, the silence was resumed.