Thanks to the following!
ArxSerpens, Rinny Z, Zam, Evil Pancake, and Jhessica.
This story originally was posted at the Over The Stars messageboard. The main site is now an archive of old fanfics (I have a bunch there that I might slowly import to here).
The chapters are short because every once in a while I'd be in the right mood to write Johnny stuff, and I liked condensing everything. Sorry if it's hard to tell who's talking, that's just part of the fic. I'm going for- you should be able to tell who's talking, or I failed writing their character.
Enjoy!

And it feels like some part of my conscience should be saying, ironic, the way to keep you grounded is to look up. But there's no one there. No one says it. I guess I just think it.

I stare at the tv. Hours on end. Infomercials, soap operas, daytime talk shows. Then the media curves into the cartoons and the tv and the shitty cop shows. Sometimes scenes from my life meld in, and I get confused because I don't think I've ever been on tv. I see the news, I see our cliff. I see the news, I see Her face. Everything blurs into shuddering blue pixels. At first it's soft, and I don't notice my eyes slowly crossing into themselves and my brain rotting. I stare through the tv; the pictures are swimming. Suddenly I'm up. I need to move.

I go outside. And the air- my god, it's so clean. I breathe out and all the garbage is gone. And I look up. And the stars are the only things that're real. They are the only thing that reminds me what reality is, or what my reality is. Some are white, others are blue. A few are yellow or red. The Big Dipper swings right over my house. The Seven Sisters are a faint blur between Cassiopeia and Orion. My god, I can breathe. Life is real again. I am lost in the blackness. Look at the void, sometimes you can break it with your own pinprick of light. I am lost.

Then it sets in. Those are the stars. I ache inside. I want to go there. They're so clean and pure and far away, burning and burning and burning. I'm born a thousand years too early. I want to get off this rock. I want to see the stars. I want to see the stars I want to see the stars I want to see the stars-

I have a feeling I'll be waking up soon.

Thanks for reading! Reviewy?