It was a rough day for little Johnny Cade. His father had beaten him once again along with the yelling as usual. Johnny had been through all this torture since he was a small child. He hated it. The verbal abuse hurts him more than the physical abuse. All those strong insulting words that would tear Johnny's heart out of his chest. He would feel himself bleeding in his sorrow. It was two strong bold adults against one small fearful puppy like sixteen year old teenager who could not fight someone ten times his size. Johnny wished his parents would love and care about him like they use to. Back then, his parents were nice and did not get drunk from the intoxicated alcohol.
He tried everything under the sun just to get his parent's affection but they still ignored him. Johnny hated being ignored just as much as hated being insulted. But, Johnny knew the abuse would never stop and his parents would not even care if he was dead, running away, or even committing suicide. His parents assume that everything was his fault and he was just a screw up. A mistake. Johnny tried to convince himself that wasn't true but every painful word would hit him like a brick that made him snap back into reality. Johnny wondered why his life had to be the way it is and why he cannot be happy for once. But those questions have still been left unanswered. Johnny still loved his parents. No matter how much they abused him. No matter how much the pain hurts. Deep down in his soft kind heart he will always love them.
Johnny was sitting alone in the vacant lot in the pouring rain under a tree behind him to keep himself dry. But the separate branches made it almost impossible for him to stay dry. He was getting soaked by the minute. He would of dropped by the Curtis's house to stay warm until the storm passed. Although, he didn't want to bother anyone. His denim jean jacket was soaked so the liquid was bleeding through, making his t-shirt damp. His jeans were darkened from the drops that were pouring on his legs. His black bangs were dripping with liquid pouring onto half of his face, almost covering half of his dark brown puppy like eyes. The grease was getting washed out of his hair. The environment grew cold around him and everywhere else.
But he didn't care. He could care less about anything at this point. Johnny began to shiver from not just the cold and being wet, but from the thought of the abuse from his parents and the beatings from the Socs. Johnny stared up at the grey sky's that were crying for the sun to come out again. Some drops would hit his face that made him blink, shake it off, or wipe them away. He got a bit annoyed with the rain hitting his face so he just stared at the damp green grass. He started studying the ground. He spotted a puddle right next to his feet. He bent over to look at his reflection in the small puddle.
Surprised despite seeing himself he now saw how fearful and weak he looked. Johnny pulled back the right side of his hair to see a gash that was bleeding out. He saw he also had a cut on his lower lip. He touched the cut on his lip to see any blood. A small smudge of blood was on his finger when he pulled his hand away. He studied his reflection more closely. He found the scar that was on his temple and cheek bone. He knew he had a scar in that area but he had never actually seen it. Johnny lifted his hand up to his face. His fingers traced the scar. He shivered to the texture. He put his arm down and looked sadly back to his reflection. Most of the time, Johnny didn't care how he appeared but now he knows how miserable and frightened he really is.
Now he knew why people said he looks like a dark puppy that has been kicked around too many times and lost in a crowd of strangers. He didn't want to be called the gang's "pet". It made him feel weak and younger than he is. But he had to except it weather if he liked it or not. Johnny leaned back into the seat and tried to forget about everything that was tearing him apart.