Search for Cold
Ch. 1: Pain
A/N: My first JTHM fic! I'm so depressed right now... DAMMIT!!! Anyhow, I own Anya, who pops up later on. I've gotta plushy Nail-Bunny somewhere.
" I don't know what's wrong with me, my bunny," Johnny C. whispered to Nail-Bunny, who floated next to him.
"You're just suffering from depression, Nny, it affects most people. Even the ones who hurt you," said Nail-Bunny wisely. " And no matter how hard you try, you cannot cast off your emotions. It will only cause you to plunge farther into suicidal thoughts."
Nny looked at the moon outside.
"I know that, but I wish I was as cold as the moon's light. I'd sell my soul for it," Nny said coldly. He expected to see Satan pop up in a cloud of red smoke. That didn't happen.
"See? Not even the devil hears my cries for help, I'd thought at lest he'd do me a favor!" Nny continued.
Nail-Bunny sighed.
"That is because you are too smart to be in hell, Johnny. The devil only grants the wishes of the ignorant fools, am I making any sense?" he asked.
Johnny nodded.
"Yes, but- you don't understand, Nail-Bunny!" Nny suddenly shouted.
"YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND THE PAIN-THE GOD AWFUL JEERS! I- I feel like I'm suffering from infected wounds. My whole body stings with emotional pain, the pain I've had, the physical and emotional pain I've caused."
"I've seen what you've seen, felt what you've felt. Heard what you have. You need to relax," Bunny said.
"Yes... you're right! I've been working to hard, haven't I? But, for Christ's sake, I have to kill something, maybe that will help me unwind." Nny pulled out a knife as he spoke.
"No, you need to get your mind off killing, Johnny," Nail-Bunny said.
"FUCK YOU!" Johnny said, he brought down the knife onto his shoulder. He smiled at the pain and blood. He was getting used to this now.
A/N: DONE!!!!!!!!!!! Next chapter will be up soon.
Ch. 1: Pain
A/N: My first JTHM fic! I'm so depressed right now... DAMMIT!!! Anyhow, I own Anya, who pops up later on. I've gotta plushy Nail-Bunny somewhere.
" I don't know what's wrong with me, my bunny," Johnny C. whispered to Nail-Bunny, who floated next to him.
"You're just suffering from depression, Nny, it affects most people. Even the ones who hurt you," said Nail-Bunny wisely. " And no matter how hard you try, you cannot cast off your emotions. It will only cause you to plunge farther into suicidal thoughts."
Nny looked at the moon outside.
"I know that, but I wish I was as cold as the moon's light. I'd sell my soul for it," Nny said coldly. He expected to see Satan pop up in a cloud of red smoke. That didn't happen.
"See? Not even the devil hears my cries for help, I'd thought at lest he'd do me a favor!" Nny continued.
Nail-Bunny sighed.
"That is because you are too smart to be in hell, Johnny. The devil only grants the wishes of the ignorant fools, am I making any sense?" he asked.
Johnny nodded.
"Yes, but- you don't understand, Nail-Bunny!" Nny suddenly shouted.
"YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND THE PAIN-THE GOD AWFUL JEERS! I- I feel like I'm suffering from infected wounds. My whole body stings with emotional pain, the pain I've had, the physical and emotional pain I've caused."
"I've seen what you've seen, felt what you've felt. Heard what you have. You need to relax," Bunny said.
"Yes... you're right! I've been working to hard, haven't I? But, for Christ's sake, I have to kill something, maybe that will help me unwind." Nny pulled out a knife as he spoke.
"No, you need to get your mind off killing, Johnny," Nail-Bunny said.
"FUCK YOU!" Johnny said, he brought down the knife onto his shoulder. He smiled at the pain and blood. He was getting used to this now.
A/N: DONE!!!!!!!!!!! Next chapter will be up soon.
