Johnny sat at the top of a large cliff looking down it had been
several days since he had killed last. God I hope that this will last, I
get so sick of this, this empty feelings that I get every time I look at a
couple, or even when I look in the mirror.
He pulled a blood soaked tissue from his pocket to wipe his eye but stopped short to look upon it. A wave of nausea swept over his body. So many people he whispered so many people. Johnny looked back in his mind trying to find the oldest memory he had, it was a memory of him as a child maybe 9 or 10 years old sitting alone in the play ground at school reading a book by lovecraft witch was very advanced for a 4th grader. The other kids would point and laugh about how skinny he was calling him noodle boy and kicking dirt at him. Johnny came out of his reminiscing and realized he was crying, damn kids, so curl so unaware. Johnny looked back to a later time in his life, he was a freshman in high school, and the seniors would pick on him in gym class call him a faggot because he was so scrawny. They would beat him up and steal his money and leave him with nothing but bruises. Why must I live thorough this torture wont someone just come and end it all for me?! Why would you want that? A voice from behind him said. Johnny spun around who the hell are you? There stood the most intimidating girl Johnny had ever seen. She had to be at least 5'9 with long jet-black hair the whitest skin he had seen in a long time and piercing green eyes. She wore a black pants and boots that came up to her knee's with a fish net shirt that only had a black bra to cover her chest. Well? You never answered me she said, why would you want to do a thing like that? Get out of here Johnny snapped. No, she said picking crust out from under her nails with a large knife. What?! Johnny said, did you just say no?! Person do you have any idea how quickly I can kill you? Johnny yelled. The girl just stood there with a look of amusement on her face. Ok but do you understand how quickly I could kill you too? She said pulling another large knife from her left boot. Johnny stopped to look at her for a moment, not bad I must confess not bad at all, so person, what is your name? I'm Johnny C. but you may call me nny. Well nny the girl said I'm liz. She said polishing one of her knives. So am I going to have to fight or will you let me kill you? Liz asked. What? Johnny said sounding rather confused. Tell me liz said, do you cherish your life? Or has it just been a big waste she circled around him watching him. Well for now, I suppose you seem cool enough I'll let you live this time, but only because I think your cute. She backed away into the darkness and as quickly as she had appeared she was gone. What the fuck was that all about Johnny wondered, oh well, he said sliding into his car and headed off home.
He pulled a blood soaked tissue from his pocket to wipe his eye but stopped short to look upon it. A wave of nausea swept over his body. So many people he whispered so many people. Johnny looked back in his mind trying to find the oldest memory he had, it was a memory of him as a child maybe 9 or 10 years old sitting alone in the play ground at school reading a book by lovecraft witch was very advanced for a 4th grader. The other kids would point and laugh about how skinny he was calling him noodle boy and kicking dirt at him. Johnny came out of his reminiscing and realized he was crying, damn kids, so curl so unaware. Johnny looked back to a later time in his life, he was a freshman in high school, and the seniors would pick on him in gym class call him a faggot because he was so scrawny. They would beat him up and steal his money and leave him with nothing but bruises. Why must I live thorough this torture wont someone just come and end it all for me?! Why would you want that? A voice from behind him said. Johnny spun around who the hell are you? There stood the most intimidating girl Johnny had ever seen. She had to be at least 5'9 with long jet-black hair the whitest skin he had seen in a long time and piercing green eyes. She wore a black pants and boots that came up to her knee's with a fish net shirt that only had a black bra to cover her chest. Well? You never answered me she said, why would you want to do a thing like that? Get out of here Johnny snapped. No, she said picking crust out from under her nails with a large knife. What?! Johnny said, did you just say no?! Person do you have any idea how quickly I can kill you? Johnny yelled. The girl just stood there with a look of amusement on her face. Ok but do you understand how quickly I could kill you too? She said pulling another large knife from her left boot. Johnny stopped to look at her for a moment, not bad I must confess not bad at all, so person, what is your name? I'm Johnny C. but you may call me nny. Well nny the girl said I'm liz. She said polishing one of her knives. So am I going to have to fight or will you let me kill you? Liz asked. What? Johnny said sounding rather confused. Tell me liz said, do you cherish your life? Or has it just been a big waste she circled around him watching him. Well for now, I suppose you seem cool enough I'll let you live this time, but only because I think your cute. She backed away into the darkness and as quickly as she had appeared she was gone. What the fuck was that all about Johnny wondered, oh well, he said sliding into his car and headed off home.
