Alrighty… This is a dream sequence from Sally's guilty conscience. Sally is from Johnny's New Dame that Totally-T3ii3 and I are writing/have written. I did this apart from our writing and simply had to write this. I have another dream sequence I am anxious to write, but I am thoroughly pleased with this for now. This is NOT part of Johnny's New Dame… Just a little writing fun I had. Enjoy. ^^

In no way does this define any of my beliefs or morals!

RATING REASON(S)- Adult Language, Character Death, Minor Garish Details, Minor Adult Situations

DREAM TIME!!!!

Sally had her hair in curlers, an animal print tub top, hair now bleached to a bad looking blond tone and sticking up every where. A black leather miniskirt hiding just enough, black fishnets with hot pink high heals adorning her legs and feet.

A lit cigarette hanging from the hot pink lipstick applied to her lips, with bright blue eye shadow and too pink blush plastered on her face.

She walked up to Johnny who was talking to some pretty little school girl, "Hey! Fuck off, tramp!" Sally's voice croaked.

The young girl looked at Sally, gasped in horror, and ran off quickly, leaving Johnny to sigh and straighten up.

Sally pulled the cigarette from her thin with age and anger lips walking up to him, then blowing out the smoke into his face, "You think you're still hot shit, huh, Johnny?"

Johnny coughed and waved the smoke from his face, and to be honest, since he aged, he looked more devilishly handsome than ever. "I dunno what you're talkin' 'bout, Sal."

Sally growled and smacked him, leaving a bright red hand print on his face, "Don't call me that, damnit! Makes me sound like a man!"

Johnny wouldn't look at Sally, which increased her anger as she grabbed his face roughly, "Look at me!"

His deep chocolate eyes stared down at her with hatred, "Fuck off, Sally."

She smirked at his boldness, "Oh? But, Johnny… I do that all day long!"

He grimaced, "Whore. You're no better than Lola!" he growled, brushing past her, not having the heart to smack her back.

"Don't you walk away from me, Johnny Vincent!" she shrieked, voice cracking due to her smoking, constantly.

Johnny stopped, bringing an evil smirk to Sally's thin lips, "Now. Turn around and fucking look at me!"

Johnny's head tilted slightly, but he didn't turn, wiping the smile from Sally's face.

"LOOK AT ME!" her voice echoed off the concrete walls, causing Johnny to flinch.

Johnny slowly turned to look over his shoulder, all the heartbreak in the world running through his eyes.

Sally staggered backwards and didn't stop him as he walked away.

Later that night, Sally found herself at the bridge, near the rocky part, switch blade in hand, stairing at the rocks.

She had already slit her wrists and climbed over the edge, ready to push herself off.

The three angry slashes on her wrists were deep, allowing blood to drip every were around her, eventually ending up in the waters below her.

"Sally! Sally? Wait!" Came Johnny's voice, causing Sally to look around dumbly.

"Johnny?" She blinked back tears, vision blurry.

Johnny ran up, stopping when he saw the blood on the side walk, "Sally? Are you bleeding?"

Sally nodded, glancing back at him.

Looking up at her, Johnny stepped around it and offered his hand to her, "You need a hospital, Sally… You don't need to die. Take my hand."

"No. I'm not good enough for you." she cried out, wind picking up dangerously loud around them.

Johnny glanced towards the skies, pulling his leather jacket around him with his left hand while the right still open for Sally.

The chill seeming to not bother Sally, she looked away, towards the dark waters, feeling numb and light headed.

"Sally. Give me your fucking hand! I don't know what I'd do if I lost you." His voice soft, barely audible over the rushing winds. "I still love you, Sally."

Sally choked out a sob, "No one should love me! I'm a lying bitch of a whore!"

"No! Damnit Sally! I don't want to lose you!" Johnny called out, becoming frightened and frustrated.

"What about that little girl back at the shop?" Sally asked, only glancing at him.

"She was doing a report… She's Peanut's kid! She's like a niece to me! You'd know that if you were around more." Johnny said, carefully stepping forwards. "Now give me your God damned hand, Sally."

His voice frightened her for once and she looked at him, a flash of who she was years ago rolling across her face.

She nodded and began to turn only to slip on her own blood, loosing her footing.

A scream echoed from both her and Johnny as she gripped to the slippery ledge she was just standing on.

"Hold on Sally!" Johnny called.

"No! I'm done, Johnny! I love you." Sally smiled, a happy and peaceful one as Johnny's head appeared over the edge.

His eyes swelled with tears and he reached down, "I love you too… Take my hand."

Sally shook her head and just before her strength gave up, she smiled up at him, "It's too late, baby. Good bye."

"NOO!" Johnny shouted, watching her body impale roughly on a sharpened rock, rising straight through her stomach.

Sally's eyes remained open, quickly draining of light and love.

GASP!

Sally felt herself jerk in bed and panted, looking around in horror.

The dark familiar room soothed her panting to a normal inhale and exhale.

She could have sworn she had been falling just a moment ago! Could have sworn she had just died!

A shaking hand placed itself on her forehead as she shut her eyes, realizing it was just a dream.

Movement to her left made her look towards Johnny who still slept, cutely on his side now.

Smiling at Johnny, Sally stroked his cheek lovingly, "I love you, baby."

Moaning in his sleep, Johnny unconsciously pulled her into his arms, nuzzling warmly into her neck.

Sally would never be like that… Never whore herself out, or look like a whore! Blond was so not her color!

Smiling to herself, Sally snuggled back into Johnny and quickly fell back to sleep with her red hair and not thin lips.