| The scoop shall we? |
[Sep. 4th, 2006|02:09 am] |
| [ | I feel like |
| |  exhausted | ] |
Well.
this weekend was a doozy.
I have stitches on my head. my fucking head.
I'm back to my usual moody, morose self.
and to clarify what exactly happened becuase AD and Frankie kinda skimped on details because no one but me actually knows what happened...
I'm not one to hold out on anyone. Don't be mad at Bob, either. He offered me a ride and I turned it down. I wanted, needed to walk and think things through in my head. Please bear in mind this was the same night me and Frank revealed our mutual feelings for each other. So I felt like this: Belleville is a generally safe town. Really. Where I grew up and the community my 'rents live are all very safe and have this neighborhood watch thing going and has so since me and Gerard were born. The real thing people here in this part of town worry about is the unrelenting traffic that is Highway 2, I-280, and the Belleville Turnpike, which all come together between Belleville and Kearny. All the malls and restauraunts are across 21 and 7 and also maybe a third of a mile from my parents house and Gerard's apartment and Ray's, too.
I've grown up walking all over this town, especially when I was a teen. The only thing I did wrong this time really, was walk alone. And I seriously should've known better than that. I was 2 blocks away from my mom and dad's when I got jumped. I saw and heard nothing at all. Sneak attack, if you will
I do know it was 3 guys, though. I was pushed to the sidewalk and I think I got kicked first. A few times, no more than 4 or 5 times, but still enough to knock the shit out of me for a split second. I managed to get one hit of someone but that's when one the other guys slammed my head into the concrete. It was all downhill from there. I knew I was bleeding because it fucking hurt and I felt lik my whole skull had burst open. I couldn't see worth a shit, too, because my glasses had bounced off when i hit the sidewalk. I do know I got suckered punched and hit with what I belive to be a bat or a bottle. After maybe 5 mintues of trying to fight off the guys and the pain, I blacked out, but I think they continued to beat the shit out of me while I was out. I felt some of what they did. A few hits on the chest, but most of them were aimed at my stomach and face. I think the douches found out I never carry my wallet around on me and only had taken $20 to go and eat and since I spotted Bob, all i had in my pocket was $5 and some change, and they musta got pissed off more. I remember waking up some kind of eerie brightness (a streetlight) and I realized I wasn't home and lying in some high grass, like 50 yards from the sidewalk where the throwdown started.
I felt almost dead when I put my hand to my head and it came back with a dried glob of blood. That's not something you see everyday. I panicked and tried to find my phone, my ipod, anything that I could but when I sat up, a searing pain shot up my lower back and I couldn't stand up.
All i did was lay there and wonder if I was dead yet.
My phone went off a few yards away, just barely out of my reach.
Bob found me. 5 am in the morning and Bob decided to go jogging to my house for breakfast that my mom had invited him to the previous day. He say the jacket I wore last night and freaked. I heard him bellow my name a few loud times and I seriously think that was the only thing keeping me sane and awake. I managed to call his name when I heard him get closer. He took one look at me and he paled maybe 5 shades whiter. I'll never forget what he said either,
"Oh my fucking god, Mikey, what the fuck did they do to you?!"
By that time, I was starting to get the pain in my cheek and chest back and intesifying. Bob sat there next to me, on his cell with 911 with one hand and another putting my own jacket around me.
Bob was told to keep talking to me but all he could do was look at the extent of the damage and withdraw into himself. Besides the intense pain, I asked him if Frank's car was at my house. He said no. I knew Frank would come later that day and come home to an empty house. And after our conversation last night, that was the last thing I wanted him to see. Me. Like this.
I thought of Frankie, on his way home to me and I thought, yes, finally, I'll be able to hold him like I've been waiting to for years, then at my current state and I started bawling. All I wanted was to see him.
But even when I was taken to the hospital, Bob got of hold of Mom and Mom tried calling Gee and Ray and Frank. No one answered except Adam and he was there by mid afternoon. He said he had also called Frank but he was already on the plane and therefore unreachable
I was a fucking mess. I didn't want anyone in my room and barely tolerated AD and Ray. All I wanted was Frankie. Finally, after a very uneasy night, they gave me soem weird meds and I flipped out and banned everyone from my room until further notice. Bob came and went with news that Frank was finally on his way and he'd be here soon,
That made me stop being emo. I was overwhelmed by alot of things and I knew as soon as he walked throught the door, all of it, the pain, the hurt, the uneasiness would all dissolve.
I was kinda right. He came in after a lousy few hours with a few receptionists, and I saw him and I just began to cry. He started crying too and came and finally, held me. I didn't want to let him go.
I'm here with him right now and I still don't want to.
I'm tired. I'm going to bed. Frank's sleeping in the next room, over some privacy issue, but I don't care. I won't feel safe until I feel him next to me and when I wake up.
I wonder if my brother even knows I'm okay right now. I miss him alot, too. |
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