AN: This is really short. Sorry but I was sitting around and *bam* had
this idea. So well, here it is. The short um."story" takes place from
Devi's point of view.
Disclaimer: I do not own Johnny, Devi, or the song. Peaze don't sue me, I have nothing!
Remembering everything Johnny had done, she pushed the knife down harder bringing a stream of blood. A flash of lightning showed a violent picture. Looking up through the window at the raining sky, the darkness laying its black cloak over her emotions. Devi stared down at what she had done. The metallic smell raised to her nose.
"It's all your fault! I've turned into you! BASTARD!" She screamed into the silence. Dropping the knife out of her hand she lost all her self- control. Devi hunched over and wept into her bloody hands. Taking her hands off her face, blood and tears ran into her mouth leaving a salty sweet taste behind. The scratches and cuts that ran along her body began to ache. Attempting to push herself up off the floor, she looked down at her stained clothes, hoping that no one would notice. With her realization that they would know that something was wrong, she fell back to the floor, crashing on her knees.
Again, gazing at what she had done, she began to whimper, "God.what do I do?" Grabbing the windowpane with some unknown force, peering out to make sure nobody was watching, she stumbled out of the house, letting the rain fall over her, washing her clean of blood. Staggering over to her car, she thought of tonight's events. And how Johnny would never hurt her again. Her cuts began to sting as the cold water cut her skin. Another lightning brightened the sky as she walked over to the window, seeing Johnny lying there, in a pool of their blood.
Disclaimer: I do not own Johnny, Devi, or the song. Peaze don't sue me, I have nothing!
Remembering everything Johnny had done, she pushed the knife down harder bringing a stream of blood. A flash of lightning showed a violent picture. Looking up through the window at the raining sky, the darkness laying its black cloak over her emotions. Devi stared down at what she had done. The metallic smell raised to her nose.
"It's all your fault! I've turned into you! BASTARD!" She screamed into the silence. Dropping the knife out of her hand she lost all her self- control. Devi hunched over and wept into her bloody hands. Taking her hands off her face, blood and tears ran into her mouth leaving a salty sweet taste behind. The scratches and cuts that ran along her body began to ache. Attempting to push herself up off the floor, she looked down at her stained clothes, hoping that no one would notice. With her realization that they would know that something was wrong, she fell back to the floor, crashing on her knees.
Again, gazing at what she had done, she began to whimper, "God.what do I do?" Grabbing the windowpane with some unknown force, peering out to make sure nobody was watching, she stumbled out of the house, letting the rain fall over her, washing her clean of blood. Staggering over to her car, she thought of tonight's events. And how Johnny would never hurt her again. Her cuts began to sting as the cold water cut her skin. Another lightning brightened the sky as she walked over to the window, seeing Johnny lying there, in a pool of their blood.