Johnny Meets Jeena

One day there was a feebleminded fifteen year old girl named Jeena Vee. She was in a mental hospital ever since she was little because she was in the category of a psychopathic killer. So everyday she had to take a Rorschach test to let the doctors see how much her psychotic capacity has changed. But one simple Saturday night, while Jeena was watching everyone else eating the poison that the doctors call food, she decided that today was the day that she was going to escape this tretorous prison! Then a small pale, girl came up to her and sat down. Jeena tried to cover her face with her hair, but couldn't manage.

"Hi, Jeena. How come you're not eating your dinner?" the little girl asked, her green eyes showing curiosity. Jeena didn't answer.

"Hm, is that so, well the food doesn't taste that bad. I would expect someone who has been here their entire life would be used to this disgusting slob," the little girl paused, hearing someone calling her name.

"Well, I can see that I'm now wanted. See ya Jeena!" the little girl gave Jeena a childish smile and skipped off. Jeena was lost in her thoughts thinking about that one little girl that talks to her. Her name is Lora, she's only been here for about two years, and yet she seems like a professional when it comes to directions around this dump. She is so pale and skinny with pale blonde hair, her hair is so pale that if she had wrinkles everywhere, anyone can mistake her for an eighty year old woman. And yet she's so kind to me, she's the only one that actually talks to me. Maybe I should bust her out with me. Jeena lost her trail of thought from hearing a doctor calling her.

"Jeena, it's your turn to take the test," one of the elderly doctors called out to her, he looked at her food a bit ashamed for seeing her plate still full. Jeena went to him and he led her to a white door. She opened the door and saw a dark room.

Jeena walked into the room, she looked around and noticed that there were two chairs, just for her and the doctor that is coming in.

"Dr. Garcia will be with you soon Jeena, so for now you can just sit and wait for him to come," the elderly doctor said giving a nod towards the chair, than he closed the door. Jeena sat down and started to remember the first time she came into this room. It was a small black room, it was also very dark in there, and there were no lights. Jeena wasn't scared, but if a regular person was in here, they would become claustrophobic quick and easily. Jeena went back to her thoughts, she was thinking about Dr. Garcia. The first time I saw the doctor was when I was four years old. Also the first time I saw Dr. Garcia I was kind of scared. He was a tall man with brown-gelled hair, he wore glasses, but now he's into 'contacts'. He always had a lab coat on with a bunch of pencils and pens in his front pocket; he also had a clipboard to write down notes of the events that happened in the day. What makes him the most annoying out of all of the doctors is that he always rambles on about helping me out, that I'm a better person than anyone can ever tell. I think he's trying to mislead me. His most favorite quote that he always says to all of his patients are 'You can never judge a book by its cover,' he always sounded so positive about everything, I hated it! He had a few problems himself, just in speaking wise; he couldn't say some things correctly. Like when he says that I'm the motivation that keeps him working he says it as 'motor-vation' (I thought that was kind of funny) it was funny but stupid for a doctor to have speech problems. The only reason I'm here in this stupid mental hospital is because I killed a baby bird when I was four years old. I remember it as if it were just yesterday. I was at my grandma's house running around destroying everything around her house. Since I was only four, they didn't get that mad. My grandma had just bought three baby birds, so I asked if I can hold one, but my parents said no. I got mad, so I took the cage and ran upstairs. I opened the little door, and the birds were acting crazy flying around everywhere, but I managed to grab one. I closed the cage quickly before any can get out and I held on to the baby bird. It was biting my finger trying to make me let go, it didn't hurt, but it was very annoying. So as a punishment for the bird I got my grandpa's nail clippers and I clipped off its annoying beak. It wasn't bleeding from the beak a lot so I decided to leave it like that. The bird didn't cry or make a sound at first I got scared and thought I killed it. So I started squeezing the bird to see if it would react, it didn't so I squeezed a bit tighter, still nothing, a bit tighter, than the bird started moving. It was hitting its head on my hand, I guess it was an attempt to bite me but with no beak. At first I felt kind of bad for the little thing, but for some reason I couldn't stop squeezing it. It was actually fun seeing this 'thing' die slowly and painfully! I was hearing my subconscious for the first time ever, it was telling me to stop squeezing it, but there was a pit in my stomach that was telling me to keep squeezing it. It was exciting! Then suddenly where the bit of blood that was coming from the bird's beak, there was blood pouring out by the seconds. Also its eyes were bleeding, at first I thought it was crying until I saw the crimson red liquid on my hand. And yet I continued to squeeze the creature even though I knew it was already dead. I heard yelling downstairs, it was my mother. I guess everyone was looking for the missing birds. I jerked up my head from hearing loud stomps on the stairs. I moved quickly putting the cage of the two frightened birds' right next to the opening of the door. I ran to the bed and laid down on it, not pretending to be asleep but to get into a more comfortable position. Then with my mother's rage she swung the door open and smashed the birds' cage, crushing them to death. When she looked she gave a loud shriek of fear. I turned to my other side so she wouldn't see me laughing. She looked at me and saw blood smeared all over the bed, then I can hear her shoes slowly squeaking on the floor boards as she slowly approached me. In order to verify that the person was me, she turned me over. Then she gave a very loud scream, seeing me covered in the bird's blood, with the dead bird in my hand 'smiling'. My smile was invariable, and my mother introspective so she can see the bird's body better. After that everything went black.

I laughed to myself a bit remembering that exact moment. Then I realized it's been about fifteen minutes and there was still no sign of Dr. Garcia. I've finally decided that today was the day I was going to run away, escape from this version of 'Hell'! So before Jenna can waste anymore time, she stopped thinking of the past and ran out of the room. She ran straight to her room and quickly. She went to her bed and grabbed her bag, putting all of her clothes in it. Then she heard the door open, and someone came in. She looked up and saw a tall tanned girl standing in front of her with her arms crossed. Jeena looked back away and tried to ignore her.

"You better not be doing what I think you're doing Jenna Vee!" she said in a very annoying and snobby tone.

"Because if you are, than I'm going to go tell the doctors!" God! How I hated her so much! She is my 'roommate' and is one of the worst ones ever. She acts like she's perfect because she's a big kiss up to the doctors and she will always snitch someone out for anything she can find. She's only here because she's anorexic, skinny brat! Jeena tried to ignore her thoughts.

"Okay, that's it; I'm telling that you're trying to run away. Again!" she said heading toward the door. Before she can take another step, Jeena grabbed her boney wrist, pulled out a pair of handcuffs that were hiding in my pillow case, and Jeena cuffed both her wrists to the bed's post. That's when she started screaming. Oh, how it was so annoying! Jeena was sick of hearing her voice. So she pulled off her pillow case and took a belt out from her bag. Before the girl can do anything Jeena had the pillow case case over her head. Then she got the belt and tightened it around the girl's neck. Boy, did that girl have a skinny neck! Jeena was able to tighten the belt till the second to the last hole. The girl started screaming more, but Jeena just ignored her and went back to putting her stuff into her bag. Jeena got up and started walking towards the door; the girl was yelling for help and begging for forgiveness. Jeena stopped and took something out of her bag. She put something on the pillow case with a permanent marker. The girl was able to read it; it said 'fat head'. She started to scream even more, but this time with anger. Jeena just ignored her and locked the door before she closed it. The best thing, Jeena was thinking, is that the locks are on the inside of the door, and there is only one key per room door. Jeena laughed to herself mentally feeling the key in her pocket. It seemed that no one noticed that Jeena was gone, but she heard doctors yelling for her and telling each other to search in different directions. So Jeena decided not to get arrogant, so she started running towards the door. It felt like miles since Jeena got there, she was just so excited to finally be free from prison. Like when a little kid squeals with joy after they got out from the dentists office with a lollipop in there mouth. Finally, Jeena is out of the hospital! She's so happy that she actually starts to cry, but she just keeps running.

Jeena makes it into the city; she stops out of breath, but at least still walking. A lot of people looked at her weirdly. Jeena looked down to see what she was wearing and found out that she was in her hospital clothes. It was a long blue shirt with long light blue pants, and Jeena was even barefooted. Yet she didn't care she was just happy to be free. Not even her feet hurt from stepping on the hard dirty floor. She was looking down while she was walking to make sure that she wouldn't step on anything that would damage her feet and keep her from moving along to her new quest. Suddenly she crashed into someone! She fell backwards and her bag flew into the air.

"Oops, sorry about that. You know, accidents happen," it sounded like the voice of a fifteen year old boy Jeena thought to herself. (I really don't know the true age of Johnny TT so if anyone can tell me that'll be nice) She looked up to see where her bag has landed, but instead she sees the hand of the person she crashed into. He's tall, Jeena thought to herself, he has black hair a few scars on his face, he's has a long black sleeve shirt that says 'Z?' in the middle of it, he's pale and skinny. I wonder if he's anorexic. Jeena slapped herself mentally trying to get out from her thoughts. Before she can continue looking around the boy interrupted her.

"Well, are you going to take it or not?" he asked impatiently. Jeena looked at his hand for a few seconds, wondering what to do with it. She took his hand, and then he pulled her up. That was strange, Jeena thought.

"There you go. You shouldn't sit on the nasty floor for such a long time, you can get sick then next thing you know it, you're dead!" the boy said giving a laugh. I like his laugh, it's a lot different from anyone else's laugh I've heard before, Jeena thought. The boy saw her bag and picked it up.

"Here you go, now we wouldn't want to misplace that now would we," the boy said handing Jeena her bag. He was so kind to help her even though she didn't even know him. Jeena wanted to ask, why he was helping her so much, but she couldn't find her voice.

"Oh, by the way my name is Johnny, but you can call me NNY for short," Johnny said with a kind smile.

"What's your name?" he asked with his black eyes showing true curiosity. Jeena couldn't answer his question, but she pulled of a crumpled sheet of paper from her pocket and she took the marker out from her bag. She wrote down that her name is Jeena Vee.

"Jeena huh, that's a very strange name don't you think?" he said giving a light smile. Jeena looked angrily at him for a second.

"Well, it's still a pretty cool name." he looked at her for a second. "Jeena, do you not have a voice, or you just don't feel like speaking to me," he asked. Jeena dropped her head and gave a shrug. Nothing happened for a minute, so Jeena decided to look up, and she saw Johnny's face deep within thought.

"Hmm, I see…Jeena," he said looking at her. "You haven't fully lost your voice; it's just that you haven't talked in such a long time, so you forgot how to talk." He said with a big grin on his face. Jeena tried to give a light smile back, but she doesn't think that she was able to manage.

"Well Jeena, it was nice running into you, but now I have to go home. See ya!" he said about to leave. Before he could even take a step Jeena grabbed the sleeve of his shirt. He turned to look at her. He examined her, looking up and down, down and up, left to right, right to left.

"By the looks of it, you're homeless. And you have patients' clothes on, like when you go to the doctors." He was still examining her. Jeena wrote something else on the paper and showed it to Johnny.

"Ah, so you ran away from a mental hospital trying to kill some bratty girl that was in your way and now you have nowhere to go and no one to go to. That really sucks," Johnny said with a sympathetic look on his face. Jeena nodded in agreement, but smiled a bit when Johnny said that she was trying to kill the girl. It sounded so perfect when he said it, like those words were meant for him to say. Johnny gave a big laugh scaring Jeena.

"Let me guess, you were in the mental hospital for living the life of a psychotic killer? And you've probably killed a few things before," he asked with a big smile. Jeena nodded, but truly wanted to know how he knew. So she wrote it down on the piece of paper and gave it to Johnny. He read it.

"Well it's a simple answer." He started with a smirk on his face, "I have experience with psychotic killers, and I know what happens to them." Jeena was confused. She tilted her head to the side like a little dog would do when they were wondering the words that their master was saying. Johnny looked at her.

"Jeena, why don't you come stay with me as long as you want," he offered grabbing her arm. "Then you'll understand what I mean," he started walking and Jeena started following him. It took them at least half an hour to get to his house.

"Well, here is my wonderful house," Johnny said starting to walk towards the small shack. Jeena looked at it, thinking, the house address says 777, but this doesn't look like heaven. All of the windows are boarded up, and there are dried blood stains all over the house. Jeena gave a big smile, thinking that she has found her true home. She slowly walks toward the house loving every moment of it, seeing Johnny at the door giving a big psychotic smile, waiting for her to come inside, to come into her new home…