Chapter 2
Jeena walked into the household that belonged to Johnny. At first she was a bit scared to find out what lies in the house waiting for her. Hmm, wow. This guy can sure make my place look neat. She looked around, she saw weapons everywhere, there were blood stains all over the wall, floor and ceiling, the so called living room was just a damaged couch that had rips and blood stains on it, and the small television sitting on a table.
"It isn't much, but by telling how easily you followed me it's a lot better than the mental hospital you were in." Jeena turned red realizing what he said was true. She followed him so easily without even knowing if he was a good person or not.
Johnny laughs, "hahaha, don't get embarrassed Jeena, I was just pointing it out." Johnny's right, and besides who cares about that stupid place. I bet I can do a lot better in a place like this. It was horrible there, the people were so stupid- Jeena got cut off from her thought remembering about the girl (her roommate) that she tried to kill. Jeena pulled the key out from her pocket and looked at it. I wonder if anyone ever found her, or if she was able to escape. Damn, if she was able to escape I'd be kind of pist. All the work for nothing- Johnny grabbed the key out of Jeena's hand before she can react.
"Hmmm, who does this belong to little Jeena Vee?" Jeena looked for her paper and wrote down what she did to her roommate. Johnny read it.
"Not bad, but you could have been a bit more creative," he chuckled. "Well, I guess that's okay for a little kid." Jeena gave him an irritated glare.
He laughed a bit harder, "sheesh, so sensitive!" Jeena grabbed the key back from him and turned away.
"Aww, come on Jeena, you know I was just joking." He shook his head side to side. "Such anger issues. Now I can see why you were sent to the mental hospital." Jeena turned to him and stuck her tongue out to him. He grunted. How is he able to judge me so much if he looks like a psychopathic killer compared to me. It's because you don't have a voice little girl. What the-! Who's there?! Show yourself. Ah, don't be scared little one; I'm just a friend here to help. Johnny looked around the room and saw Mr. Fuck in the corner of the room. Then he looked at Jeena.
"What do you want F!" Johnny demanded. Is it a problem that I'm here in the room with you and this little girl?
"Yes it is, because you might annoy 'Jeena'." Hmmm, so that's her name. Jeena. Has a nice ring to it. She kind of sounds like a dangerous cat. Jeena looked at the Styrofoam figure and smiled. That's a nice thing to say Mr. Why thank you my dear child. Mr. F said. Jeena can picture a smile coming from the figure.
"Who are you talking to F?" Johnny asked feeling kind of left out. I'm just talking to my 'good friend' Jeena. Mr. F said with a bit of sarcasm in his tone.
Johnny looked at Jeena, "you can hear him?" Jeena nodded.
"Hm, is that so…well then that means you can talk?" No Johnny, she can not talk at all. She seems to be a mute. You'll have to teach her how to talk again. Jeena just looked at the figure then back to Johnny to see what reaction he has on his face.
"Wha-!? Why me?" Giving a chuckle the dough boy answered, because you're the one who chose to take her in, in her time of need. You could have easily ignored her when you saw her wandering in the streets, but you decide to crash into her. Jeena was in shock. So he crashed into me on purpose?! That's correct my good friend.
"What did she say F?" She seems a bit shocked to find out that you crashed into her on purpose, F said with a chuckle. Johnny looked at Jeena, and she just looked back at him. Then she looked down and wrote something on her piece of paper. She handed it to Johnny.
He read it out loud, "Why?" Johnny paused for a second to think of an answer to give her.
"Well, um…eh…Because you just looked lost so I guess I wanted to help you," Johnny said with a nervous tone. Liar! Mr. F declared. Jeena my dear, don't believe that there's another reason why he 'chose' you. Jeena just stood there looking at Johnny for a true answer.
He looked back at her. "Uhh…well, I really don't know. Seeing you in the outfit you're in," he said pointing at Jeena's patient's clothes. "You looked like someone sort of familiar. Also it looked like you just came from the loony bin. So I thought that was kind of funny." Johnny said with a little snicker. Jeena looked at Mr. F to see if Johnny was telling the truth. The Styrofoam seemed to look like it was nodding his head to let her know that that was the true answer. Then she looked back at Johnny and gave a smile. Hmmm, I don't seem to trust this boy much, a mysterious voice said.
"What the hell? Who was that?" Johnny asked, looking around the room. Not a voice I've heard before. Hmmm, who can it be? Jeena, do you know? He asked looking at her. She thought for a second then looked in her bag. Both Johnny and the dough boy were looking at her with curiosity. She then pulled something out of her bag, hiding it in her hands, she lifted them out in front of Johnny's face so he can get a good look at it. Then she opened them. It looked like a little robot cat. Dark purple, with red eyes, pointy ears, and a long tail. Jeena wrote on the sheet of paper, then handed it to Johnny.
He read aloud, "'This is my best friend Striker. I've known her since I was four.'" He then looked at the little robot cat. It moved into his hand on its own. It looked like it was sniffing him. Hmmm, I don't like the way he smells, he smells like a rotting corpse. And look at the atrocious clothes he wears. It gave a sigh, I guess I'm so used to the hospital clothes. The voice sounded like the voice of a thirty-year-old British woman. And she kind of pist off Johnny. So he tightened his other hand into a ball and hit it into his other hand. He then looked, and there was nothing there. He looked at Jeena and saw the cat was perched on her shoulder. So rude, and such a short temper. Jeena I do not recommend you staying with a boy like this. Who keeps his house messy, and can not dress properly. HAHAHA!!! Oh, wow Johnny she knows how to tell you!! Mr. F said laughing nearly till death.
"Shut up F! And you little kitty cat, you should watch your mouth or you might end up dead!" Johnny threatened. Giving a chuckle, oh my dear boy. Even you're not that stupid. You know that a voice can not be destroyed. Johnny just grunted out of anger. Then he looked at Jeena.
"So you have a voice." He said with a flat tone. Jeena just nodded in agreement. Then she wrote down on a sheet of paper, then handed it to Johnny.
"'I didn't ever ask for her. She just appeared out of nowhere when I was little, so I kept her. She's helped me with a lot of stuff.'" It's true, I've been with Jeena ever since she was a baby girl trapped in that horrid hospital. No love or respect was shone to her in the beginning years, so I was the only friend she had. Now look how far we've gotten in the beautiful bond. Striker said purring.
"No love, what do you mean? Didn't anyone ever visit you while you were there?" Sadly no, her parents dumped her there and told them that they don't want to keep her anymore just because she killed a couple of things. How depressing is that? So they signed her up for adoption, and apparently no one wanted a murderer in their family. So sad. Jeena nodded sadly in agreement. What a bunch of assholes. There parents don't deserve to be alive anymore. Isn't that right Johnny. Johnny stood there quietly looking at the floor, his fist in tight balls.
Then he looked up and started screaming, not to Jeena but to the air (wha o.0) "What the hell is wrong with your fucking parents!?!?!? That pisses me off so much!!! Shit bags like that abandoning a little kid!!! What the hell is their fucking problem!!! I hate people like that with a fucking passion!!" He stopped and was breathing hard. He then looked at Jeena. She took a step back and had a depressed but agreeing look on her face. So loud for someone so small, Sticker said. Johnny just gave a quick smile.
"I'm going to go visit someone. Do you want to come with me?" he asked looking at Jeena. She smiled and nodded her head.
"Good, let's go," he said starting to walk out the door. Jeena just looked and then tossed her bag on his couch. Bye-bye little Jeena, have fun with your new friend. F said in a mother yet sarcastic tone. Jeena just turned to him smiled and waved good-bye.
