Sidewalks, Chapter Four, Javey, R-Rating, AIDS, Character Death
Meh... sorry it took so long for an update... my computer is a shit head and I was nervous to bring my writing pad to the library... you know... you can only have people running off of the whole "Jade" name for so long... fuckers.
That's my new favorite word I think. But yeah, I'm almost done with the story on paper... about a chapter or so more... I didn't realize it was nearly twenty chapters O_o I didn't mean to! I just hope I can finish it before the next ice age...
Chapter Four: My Reflection No Longer Looks the Same
Jade got up. Davey resumed his postion, pointing to the picture. "C'mon. Tell. me."
Jade walked next to him, grabbing his free arm.
"What's wrong with this picture?" Davey asked.
Jade shook nervously.
"Don't lie, either," Davey added.
"You... your hair..." Jade whispered, "It looks dull... already... and the time you had to go to the hospital last month because of an infection... your hair was greasy and your face was... maskless? And you looked horrible... sick as a dog."
Davey nodded. "Exactly."
"And your eyes..." Jade took his thumb and smoothed out Davey's eyebrows. "I know... I know movies always say this... but your eyes... they don't look bright and happy... and if we weren't under circumstances like this I would be kicking and screaming until you got better... but I can't do anything."
Jade tried to put his hand on Davey's cheek. Davey pulled back.
"Sorry..." Jade whispered. "You're so skinny now... I... I want to gag when I see you sometimes."
"At least you're being honest," Davey huffed. "I just want the truth..."
"Davey..." Jade pleaded, "...I don't want you to die..."
"Hey, I got at least a year or something, right?" Davey said, suddenly optimistic. "I'll tell you now, I'm going to preform at least one more show so we can close AFI's circle and stuff. Maybe record something? Freddie did it. I can do it. It's all in the pants."
Jade laughed as he saw a little spark of the old Davey come back. "I'm all for it, sexy."
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The next day Davey felt well enough to get everyone up at the crack of dawn and practice. Even though the replies to the phone calls consisted of, "You bitch! It's five o'clock", "You little Diva.", and "OKAY, DAVEY. *hangs up* Asshole." everyone was happy.
They got to the meeting spot, a lovely garage, and set up like something would burn down. Or Davey would burn it down. Once everything was set, Davey looked at his friends and said, "What do youwant to play?"
"God Called In Sick Today?" Jade suggested.
"Yeah!" Adam exclaimed.
"Well, let's go!" Hunter yelled.
The tempo was given and Jade started.
God certainly did with me... Davey thought as he began to sing.
**********************Two Months Later
"Are you ready to go?" Jade asked.
"Yeah... ready as I'll ever be..." Davey whispered, a nervous wreck.
They decided to throw a huge concert in San Fran. The place was packed to the gills. Oldies, newbies, and in-betweens, the fans knew it was big. Davey didn't think it was going to be so massive, causing mass panic.
He pulled his shirt down. He sighed, staring at the mirror, inspecting his body for any sores. He tried to make sure his clothes were rather baggy so he wouldn't look so gaunt. This was it.
A month ago, he finally faced the facts that he was going to waste away. It was like all his nightmarish lyrics were catching up on him and coming true. Someone hated him up there, or something, or so it seemed.
Davey made a dash for the enterance to the stage. As he and his bandmates walked on, he heard the cheers he missed for so long. As the chant for "Misteria Carte (The Beginning)" started he finally felt like he didn't have a disease.
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When the show was nearly done, Davey knew he had to tell everyone his dark secret he kept away from them for so long. He sat down on the edge of the stage, fans trying to grab him, secruity pulling away. He told them to stop, the fans inching closer, now feeling nervous.
"Guys..." Davey started, "I think we can calm down and talk... I have to say something..."
Everyone became so silent, a pin could drop.
"Uhm..." Davey mumbled, nervous, "I'm... I'm sorry for all the worry that has been caused. Like why we aren't in AP every other week... or that we haven't made those cheesy appearances on MTV2 at times... because I'm always sick... it's because I got AIDS. Yeah, how poetic. And I just want to say thank you for you guys being so great and to whoever that is letting me stand here today and sing to you... I really love you guys... and I hope we meet again.
The fans were quiet. This wasn't being able to be put together. Davey Havok... the straight-edge rock god... had AIDS... something that people with usually permiscuious behavoir contracted... it was...
Davey begged, "Please... lets' sing Morningstar."
Morningstar started, but no one sang. No one moved. It was...
...Unfathomable.
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Un, Doctor Molly..." Davey asked at a meeting a few days later, "Where's Mary?"
Dr. Molly peered at the ground. "David, she got a fatal infection."
"What?" Davey asked, echos of other people with him. "No! Where is she?"
"David, I--"
"Can you please give me the address of the hospital or something?" Davey begged.
Dr. Molly sighed. She placed the writing tablet she had in her hand down. "Fine. You will probably not be able to go in..."
"I don't care!"
When Dr. Molly wrote it out, Davey ran down the stairs of the clinic and skidded to the car, slamming his head on a little ragdoll he left over his dashboard mirror.
Mary had made it for him a little while back. Mary had a little crush on Davey, that everyone was well aware of. In fact, Lily (The Bitch) cornered Davey after he got the doll and said:
"Why do you accept her things and be nice to her? What's the purpose?"
Davey replied:
"I don't think you fully realize that she'll never fall in love. Shut up, bitch."
He took one last glance as he drove as fast as he could to the hospital.
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Davey ran to the lady at the counter.
"M... mary... Corpina!" Davey gasped, "Please! She's this really little girl that is an AIDS... p... please!"
He almost caught himself saying "victim".
"Davey," a woman whispered.
Davey turned his head. "Hello?"
The woman walked up to him. "I'm Julia Corpina. I'm Mary's sister and guardian... Oh... God... it's great to see you."
"Is he family?" the nurse at the counter asked.
"Don't you know a brother when you see one?" Julia lied, hugging him.
Davey got a visitors pass, watching the nurse stare.
As they walked down the long white halls, Julia talked.
"I can't believe it came down to this..." Julia sighed, "I really thought she was going to be okay... for a few years... then the doctors said, 'She has AIDS.' and I knew it was all over..."
Davey nodded. "I'm sorry..."
Julia rubbed her eyes. "Thank you for coming. She misses you... you were her only friend."
"Don't say that like she's dead or something..." Davey pleaded.
"I shouldn't. I'm sorry. She never shuts up about you... she likes to call you Angel because of your tattoos..."
Davey laughed, looking at his hands. He sure didn't feel like an angel...
"...she also has your CDs and the picture you two took that one day... she has it in her hospital room... her crush is so innocent and pure... because she doesn't see you as bad because of the way you look or diseased..."
"As long as she's happy," Davey murmered.
They walked into a room. Davey was taken back by the image he saw.
Mary had an oxygen tank hissing softly as it helped her breath into her nose, tubes everywhere, meters beeping, machine whirling... but she still smiled. "Davey! Angel!" she tried to gasp.
Davey laughed, standing next to her. "Hello, Little Lady."
Mary sighed. "I'm glad you're here."
Davey kissed her hand, praying there wasn't any cameras to make him portrayed as a pedofile. Great. AIDS victim and pedofile all in the same week.
"Are you okay?" he asked, dumbly.
"No..." she said quietly. "I don't feel good."
Davey nodded. "It's okay, Mary, you'll get better if you just put your mind on good things... thing about angels and flowers and things like that... that makes me feel better..." A little white lie wouldn't hurt her...
Mary nodded. "I love you."
Davey nodded, not verbally replying. I love you? Since when has anyone told him that, or he told someone that?
Jade.
That asshole that seemed to never give up. That asshole that always put up with every mood swing, every hospital visit, every bitching hour.
Davey masked the tears that he was going to have fall.
So, obviously, when he went home a few hours later, he went up to Jade and told him three words he should have told from the beginning.
"I love you."
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I'm such a sap. I hope you liked that.
-Donna
That's my new favorite word I think. But yeah, I'm almost done with the story on paper... about a chapter or so more... I didn't realize it was nearly twenty chapters O_o I didn't mean to! I just hope I can finish it before the next ice age...
Chapter Four: My Reflection No Longer Looks the Same
Jade got up. Davey resumed his postion, pointing to the picture. "C'mon. Tell. me."
Jade walked next to him, grabbing his free arm.
"What's wrong with this picture?" Davey asked.
Jade shook nervously.
"Don't lie, either," Davey added.
"You... your hair..." Jade whispered, "It looks dull... already... and the time you had to go to the hospital last month because of an infection... your hair was greasy and your face was... maskless? And you looked horrible... sick as a dog."
Davey nodded. "Exactly."
"And your eyes..." Jade took his thumb and smoothed out Davey's eyebrows. "I know... I know movies always say this... but your eyes... they don't look bright and happy... and if we weren't under circumstances like this I would be kicking and screaming until you got better... but I can't do anything."
Jade tried to put his hand on Davey's cheek. Davey pulled back.
"Sorry..." Jade whispered. "You're so skinny now... I... I want to gag when I see you sometimes."
"At least you're being honest," Davey huffed. "I just want the truth..."
"Davey..." Jade pleaded, "...I don't want you to die..."
"Hey, I got at least a year or something, right?" Davey said, suddenly optimistic. "I'll tell you now, I'm going to preform at least one more show so we can close AFI's circle and stuff. Maybe record something? Freddie did it. I can do it. It's all in the pants."
Jade laughed as he saw a little spark of the old Davey come back. "I'm all for it, sexy."
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The next day Davey felt well enough to get everyone up at the crack of dawn and practice. Even though the replies to the phone calls consisted of, "You bitch! It's five o'clock", "You little Diva.", and "OKAY, DAVEY. *hangs up* Asshole." everyone was happy.
They got to the meeting spot, a lovely garage, and set up like something would burn down. Or Davey would burn it down. Once everything was set, Davey looked at his friends and said, "What do youwant to play?"
"God Called In Sick Today?" Jade suggested.
"Yeah!" Adam exclaimed.
"Well, let's go!" Hunter yelled.
The tempo was given and Jade started.
God certainly did with me... Davey thought as he began to sing.
**********************Two Months Later
"Are you ready to go?" Jade asked.
"Yeah... ready as I'll ever be..." Davey whispered, a nervous wreck.
They decided to throw a huge concert in San Fran. The place was packed to the gills. Oldies, newbies, and in-betweens, the fans knew it was big. Davey didn't think it was going to be so massive, causing mass panic.
He pulled his shirt down. He sighed, staring at the mirror, inspecting his body for any sores. He tried to make sure his clothes were rather baggy so he wouldn't look so gaunt. This was it.
A month ago, he finally faced the facts that he was going to waste away. It was like all his nightmarish lyrics were catching up on him and coming true. Someone hated him up there, or something, or so it seemed.
Davey made a dash for the enterance to the stage. As he and his bandmates walked on, he heard the cheers he missed for so long. As the chant for "Misteria Carte (The Beginning)" started he finally felt like he didn't have a disease.
********************************************
When the show was nearly done, Davey knew he had to tell everyone his dark secret he kept away from them for so long. He sat down on the edge of the stage, fans trying to grab him, secruity pulling away. He told them to stop, the fans inching closer, now feeling nervous.
"Guys..." Davey started, "I think we can calm down and talk... I have to say something..."
Everyone became so silent, a pin could drop.
"Uhm..." Davey mumbled, nervous, "I'm... I'm sorry for all the worry that has been caused. Like why we aren't in AP every other week... or that we haven't made those cheesy appearances on MTV2 at times... because I'm always sick... it's because I got AIDS. Yeah, how poetic. And I just want to say thank you for you guys being so great and to whoever that is letting me stand here today and sing to you... I really love you guys... and I hope we meet again.
The fans were quiet. This wasn't being able to be put together. Davey Havok... the straight-edge rock god... had AIDS... something that people with usually permiscuious behavoir contracted... it was...
Davey begged, "Please... lets' sing Morningstar."
Morningstar started, but no one sang. No one moved. It was...
...Unfathomable.
****************************************
Un, Doctor Molly..." Davey asked at a meeting a few days later, "Where's Mary?"
Dr. Molly peered at the ground. "David, she got a fatal infection."
"What?" Davey asked, echos of other people with him. "No! Where is she?"
"David, I--"
"Can you please give me the address of the hospital or something?" Davey begged.
Dr. Molly sighed. She placed the writing tablet she had in her hand down. "Fine. You will probably not be able to go in..."
"I don't care!"
When Dr. Molly wrote it out, Davey ran down the stairs of the clinic and skidded to the car, slamming his head on a little ragdoll he left over his dashboard mirror.
Mary had made it for him a little while back. Mary had a little crush on Davey, that everyone was well aware of. In fact, Lily (The Bitch) cornered Davey after he got the doll and said:
"Why do you accept her things and be nice to her? What's the purpose?"
Davey replied:
"I don't think you fully realize that she'll never fall in love. Shut up, bitch."
He took one last glance as he drove as fast as he could to the hospital.
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Davey ran to the lady at the counter.
"M... mary... Corpina!" Davey gasped, "Please! She's this really little girl that is an AIDS... p... please!"
He almost caught himself saying "victim".
"Davey," a woman whispered.
Davey turned his head. "Hello?"
The woman walked up to him. "I'm Julia Corpina. I'm Mary's sister and guardian... Oh... God... it's great to see you."
"Is he family?" the nurse at the counter asked.
"Don't you know a brother when you see one?" Julia lied, hugging him.
Davey got a visitors pass, watching the nurse stare.
As they walked down the long white halls, Julia talked.
"I can't believe it came down to this..." Julia sighed, "I really thought she was going to be okay... for a few years... then the doctors said, 'She has AIDS.' and I knew it was all over..."
Davey nodded. "I'm sorry..."
Julia rubbed her eyes. "Thank you for coming. She misses you... you were her only friend."
"Don't say that like she's dead or something..." Davey pleaded.
"I shouldn't. I'm sorry. She never shuts up about you... she likes to call you Angel because of your tattoos..."
Davey laughed, looking at his hands. He sure didn't feel like an angel...
"...she also has your CDs and the picture you two took that one day... she has it in her hospital room... her crush is so innocent and pure... because she doesn't see you as bad because of the way you look or diseased..."
"As long as she's happy," Davey murmered.
They walked into a room. Davey was taken back by the image he saw.
Mary had an oxygen tank hissing softly as it helped her breath into her nose, tubes everywhere, meters beeping, machine whirling... but she still smiled. "Davey! Angel!" she tried to gasp.
Davey laughed, standing next to her. "Hello, Little Lady."
Mary sighed. "I'm glad you're here."
Davey kissed her hand, praying there wasn't any cameras to make him portrayed as a pedofile. Great. AIDS victim and pedofile all in the same week.
"Are you okay?" he asked, dumbly.
"No..." she said quietly. "I don't feel good."
Davey nodded. "It's okay, Mary, you'll get better if you just put your mind on good things... thing about angels and flowers and things like that... that makes me feel better..." A little white lie wouldn't hurt her...
Mary nodded. "I love you."
Davey nodded, not verbally replying. I love you? Since when has anyone told him that, or he told someone that?
Jade.
That asshole that seemed to never give up. That asshole that always put up with every mood swing, every hospital visit, every bitching hour.
Davey masked the tears that he was going to have fall.
So, obviously, when he went home a few hours later, he went up to Jade and told him three words he should have told from the beginning.
"I love you."
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I'm such a sap. I hope you liked that.
-Donna