But……

But……..what none of them knew is that their dear little friend was alive.

Johnny. Poor little weak Johnny was not to be buried today. He was alive yes. But why?! The last thing he could remember was saying a few words to his best friend before he could feel his heart slowing down and his world going back. He thought he retreated to his head. Except Johnny found himself where Bob was murdered. Where Johnny murdered him. It was dark enough where he could barely see anything.

Then a figure appeared. It was Bob!! What was he doing here? He was dead. Is dead.

"Hey Johnny. It's me. Of course you already know who I am. You greaser. Now, I am here to tell ya something. Don't go into the light. I may not like ya, but that isn't because of you. I hate you because ya poor. K?! Good. So, when you go back, tell Randy…..tell him that he was my best friend. And tell…….."

Bob disappeared. Another shadow was looming in the distance. Johnny ran towards the figure. It was Dallas. But what was Dallas doing here? Dallas smiled and put his hand on Johnny's shoulder.

"Hey kid. Just because I'm gone don't mean you gotta follow me. You got a chance and I will kick your ass if you don't take it. Hell wont be bad. I got my shades. That's all I need. Bye Johnny."

A tear slid Johnny's cheek as Dallas disappeared too. He was alone. Again. Then, suddenly his world went black for the second time.

Pain. Hurt. OW! What's happening to me? Johnny thought. It was painful. So painful in

fact that he could not even open his eyes. He shut them shut so tight so no light could enter. He heard many voices and swift movements all around him. He decided to take the plunge. Johnny opened his eyes and light flooded in them. So many men. They were dressed in white coats. WTH?! Oh yeah, they were doctors.