CHAPTER 1: YOUNG JOHNNY DISCOVERS NAILBUNNY
Johnny blinked and opened his eyes as the sunlight poured through his window. He sighed and glared at the sunlight. Another day of ninth grade, he thought. He cursed to himself silently and got up, dressing his thin body in long black shorts and a long-sleeved black shirt that read: I DON'T LIKE YOU. He laced up his legs in his favorite black boots. Those boots had big silver buckles and, on the front, his favorite feature: the silver hooves. They resembled hooves, anyway. He looked in a full-length mirror to examine his appearance, which didn't matter that much to him anyway. His hair was, as usual, sticking up in places and hanging over his forehead in other places. He ran his hand through it and it all stuck up. Only one stubborn lock hung over his forehead, but he shrugged and grabbed his backpack, worn from the previous two years of use. He walked downstairs and saw his mother, swallowing pills. He scowled and shook his head angrily. "Got another hangover, mother? Maybe you shouldn't drink so much, you idiot." He said. She turned around and glared, holding her head. "You don't talk to me like that, young man! Get to school and leave me alone," she snapped. "Yeah. Sure. Anything to get away from you," he said, walking out the door.
He usually walked to school now. Sometimes, when he was too lazy, he'd catch a school bus. But he liked to walk alone and think. The other kids made fun of his unhealthy frame anyway. He saw the birds flying around and the sun shining brightly. Why is the sun shining? He thought. I'm just about to face another day of cruelty and discrimination from the norm. He walked along and, out of nowhere, he heard someone calling his name. He turned around, confused. He slowly started walking again, trying to tell himself that it was his imagination. The same imagination that pictured his fellow classmates brutally killed and tortured. The same imagination that predicted what his mother was doing at parties and bars. He gritted his teeth and heard it again. "Johnny. Nny. It's me, Nailbunny." he heard. He stopped dead in his tracks. Nailbunny? He thought. He unzipped his backpack and rummaged through it. Finally, at the bottom, he found a small bunny doll. It's eyes shined and he stared. "Nailbunny, how did you get here? Mother threw you away years ago!" he said unbelievably. "I'm back, Nny. I'm kind of like. your conscious. You still need me." Nailbunny said. Nny nodded and was about to stuff the bunny into his backpack when he was rudely shoved from behind. "Hey, weirdo, whatcha got there?" he heard. Behind him were three boys older and stronger than he. He stared at each for a moment. "Uh, umm, nothing," Johnny stuttered, stuffing Nailbunny back into his backpack and zipping it up. "Doesn't look like nothing, Noodle Boy!" he exclaimed, shoving Johnny again. Johnny groaned as the larger boy hit his ribs. "How do you like that, Noodle Boy? Huh? Noodle Boy?!" the boy taunted. Johnny felt a blinding rage pass through him. He saw a window behind him and he punched it, grabbing a large piece of glass. He grabbed the older boy's hair and sliced through his throat with the glass shard. He stabbed the other boys, gasping and panting after he was finished. What a day, he thought.
Johnny blinked and opened his eyes as the sunlight poured through his window. He sighed and glared at the sunlight. Another day of ninth grade, he thought. He cursed to himself silently and got up, dressing his thin body in long black shorts and a long-sleeved black shirt that read: I DON'T LIKE YOU. He laced up his legs in his favorite black boots. Those boots had big silver buckles and, on the front, his favorite feature: the silver hooves. They resembled hooves, anyway. He looked in a full-length mirror to examine his appearance, which didn't matter that much to him anyway. His hair was, as usual, sticking up in places and hanging over his forehead in other places. He ran his hand through it and it all stuck up. Only one stubborn lock hung over his forehead, but he shrugged and grabbed his backpack, worn from the previous two years of use. He walked downstairs and saw his mother, swallowing pills. He scowled and shook his head angrily. "Got another hangover, mother? Maybe you shouldn't drink so much, you idiot." He said. She turned around and glared, holding her head. "You don't talk to me like that, young man! Get to school and leave me alone," she snapped. "Yeah. Sure. Anything to get away from you," he said, walking out the door.
He usually walked to school now. Sometimes, when he was too lazy, he'd catch a school bus. But he liked to walk alone and think. The other kids made fun of his unhealthy frame anyway. He saw the birds flying around and the sun shining brightly. Why is the sun shining? He thought. I'm just about to face another day of cruelty and discrimination from the norm. He walked along and, out of nowhere, he heard someone calling his name. He turned around, confused. He slowly started walking again, trying to tell himself that it was his imagination. The same imagination that pictured his fellow classmates brutally killed and tortured. The same imagination that predicted what his mother was doing at parties and bars. He gritted his teeth and heard it again. "Johnny. Nny. It's me, Nailbunny." he heard. He stopped dead in his tracks. Nailbunny? He thought. He unzipped his backpack and rummaged through it. Finally, at the bottom, he found a small bunny doll. It's eyes shined and he stared. "Nailbunny, how did you get here? Mother threw you away years ago!" he said unbelievably. "I'm back, Nny. I'm kind of like. your conscious. You still need me." Nailbunny said. Nny nodded and was about to stuff the bunny into his backpack when he was rudely shoved from behind. "Hey, weirdo, whatcha got there?" he heard. Behind him were three boys older and stronger than he. He stared at each for a moment. "Uh, umm, nothing," Johnny stuttered, stuffing Nailbunny back into his backpack and zipping it up. "Doesn't look like nothing, Noodle Boy!" he exclaimed, shoving Johnny again. Johnny groaned as the larger boy hit his ribs. "How do you like that, Noodle Boy? Huh? Noodle Boy?!" the boy taunted. Johnny felt a blinding rage pass through him. He saw a window behind him and he punched it, grabbing a large piece of glass. He grabbed the older boy's hair and sliced through his throat with the glass shard. He stabbed the other boys, gasping and panting after he was finished. What a day, he thought.