Dan: Hey Amanda?
Amanda: Yeah?
Dan: Uh, will you…
Amanda: Will I what?
Dan: never mind.
Disclaimer: I do not own Johnny the Homicidal Maniac.
November 15, year of I lost track,
Dear DIE-ary,
I can't take living like this anymore. I have no friends, other then Squee who is scared to death to touch me. I have no job and the only way I'm keeping this house is by killing the bill collectors that come by. I think I'm starting to go blind. I've been blind from the truth for so long now and sick of talking to myself. Today I found out there was no monster. There is no Doughboy of any kind and Nail bunny is dead and he will never come back.
Every one is in Heaven or Hell waiting for me to come again. I have to pay for my troubles I brought upon this world. I think I'm protecting the world and myself for strange reasons I cannot explain. My history has been black as long as I can remember. The only things I have eaten in the past three weeks were skettios. As much as I love the cycle shaped spaghetti and meatballs, I am real sick of them. That and I just ran out. I finally get what the doughboys have been telling me this whole time. I'm sorry for my intrusion into this world.
There is no way I'm going to let myself hurt anyone anymore. This house made me sick. I can't even remember my last name. All I know is that it starts with a C. I can't live like this anymore. DIE-ary, it's been nice talking to you. You were the only one who ever understood. I love you and good-bye forever.
Johnny C.
Johnny C.
Johnny reached for the gun. He looked around the room. He started to cry. He walked into the bathroom, and took down the mirror over the sink, took a knife and brought the items back Johnny's favorite room. He hung the mirror on a wall and stabbed his hand with the knife. He wrote on the mirror in blood "Johnny The Homicidal Maniac". Johnny smiled and cried. He put the gun to his head and pulled the trigger.