CHAPTER 2: TRUTH ABOUT NAILBUNNY/RUNAWAY
Johnny didn't like this. He looked down at the older boys' bodies, sprawled on the cement sidewalk. What just happened?! He thought to himself. He then took out Nailbunny again. He touched the fur. "Nailbunny, how did you get in my backpack? You were thrown away, remember?" he asked, tilting his head. "Johnny, about what you said earlier about me being a doll-I'm no doll, Nny. Don't you remember?" Nailbunny asked. Johnny froze and almost dropped Nailbunny. He shuddered and recalled that first burst of anger he'd experienced.
(flashback) Johnny was nine years old. His mother had just gotten him a bunny for his birthday. He loved it, cherished it. "Ohh, BUNNY!" the young Johnny had squealed, hugging it. "Don't hug it too tightly, um, honey," his mother said. Johnny nodded and petted the bunny. He had a cage for it and everything! How exciting! But that night, he fed it the stuff he dubbed "bunny chow" and went to sleep. He always tossed and turned in his sleep, from those awful nightmares. He awoke that night, covered in sweat. He panted and looked around his scary dark room. "M-Mommy?" he asked, frightened. "Daddy? Mommy?" he asked again, getting up. He opened his door and ran down the scary hall to his parents. He'd knocked and banged on the door, squealing about monsters and scary things. Finally his mother had answered. "What do you want?" she asked rudely. "Mommy, I had a bad dream about monsters and aliens and stuff!" young Johnny exclaimed, wiggling his fingers. His mother had sighed. "Johnny, really, you need to grow up! You're nine years old, for cryin' out loud! Do you need your diaper changed too, Johnny?" she said angrily. Johnny was embarrassed and sad that his mommy wasn't comforting him. He shook his head, his eyes watering. "I'm sorry, Mommy, I get so-" "And QUIT calling me 'Mommy'! You're a BIG BOY now! Just get out of my sight, Jonathan!" she shouted, slamming the door in poor little Johnny's face. Johnny cried out and ran back to his room, sobbing. He then glared at the bunny. "It's YOUR FAULT!" he shouted in his tantrum. He grabbed the bunny and looked around. Something, something, he thought. Then he saw a big nail holding a photograph of him and his Mommy- er, Mother. He grabbed the nail from the wall with little trouble and pinned the shocked rabbit to his bedroom wall, sobbing and glaring. "I HATE YOU, STUPID BUNNY!" he shouted. He'd dubbed the dead bunny "Nailbunny" that night in his dreams.
"Ohh, so that's how it happened. Jeez, I'm sorry, Nailbunny," Johnny said, looking down at the rabbit sorrowfully. "It's okay, Johnny. I don't think you should be around your mother anymore, do you?" Nailbunny inquired. Johnny stared at the ground. "But if I leave her, then who will be with her?" he asked, feeling a sudden compassion for his mother. "Johnny, how cruel was she to you since that night? How alone and deserted does she make you feel, huh? Runaway, Johnny," Nailbunny urged. Johnny nodded sadly and stuffed Nailbunny away again. He walked off, thinking about that deserted house a few miles away. He could live there. It had boarded up windows and a long basement. He knew this because a psycho murderer had lived and died there and he'd gone to explore many a time. Many torturing devices and knives where in there, in some of the rooms below the ground. There were even a few bodies and random limbs scattered throughout the vast area. He'd decided. He'd live with Nailbunny and no one else. His mother would have her sick satisfaction of his disappearance. He grinned to himself suddenly, a thing he rarely did. "Nailbunny, we're gonna have some fun. Some extreme fun," he said quietly, snickering to himself.
Johnny didn't like this. He looked down at the older boys' bodies, sprawled on the cement sidewalk. What just happened?! He thought to himself. He then took out Nailbunny again. He touched the fur. "Nailbunny, how did you get in my backpack? You were thrown away, remember?" he asked, tilting his head. "Johnny, about what you said earlier about me being a doll-I'm no doll, Nny. Don't you remember?" Nailbunny asked. Johnny froze and almost dropped Nailbunny. He shuddered and recalled that first burst of anger he'd experienced.
(flashback) Johnny was nine years old. His mother had just gotten him a bunny for his birthday. He loved it, cherished it. "Ohh, BUNNY!" the young Johnny had squealed, hugging it. "Don't hug it too tightly, um, honey," his mother said. Johnny nodded and petted the bunny. He had a cage for it and everything! How exciting! But that night, he fed it the stuff he dubbed "bunny chow" and went to sleep. He always tossed and turned in his sleep, from those awful nightmares. He awoke that night, covered in sweat. He panted and looked around his scary dark room. "M-Mommy?" he asked, frightened. "Daddy? Mommy?" he asked again, getting up. He opened his door and ran down the scary hall to his parents. He'd knocked and banged on the door, squealing about monsters and scary things. Finally his mother had answered. "What do you want?" she asked rudely. "Mommy, I had a bad dream about monsters and aliens and stuff!" young Johnny exclaimed, wiggling his fingers. His mother had sighed. "Johnny, really, you need to grow up! You're nine years old, for cryin' out loud! Do you need your diaper changed too, Johnny?" she said angrily. Johnny was embarrassed and sad that his mommy wasn't comforting him. He shook his head, his eyes watering. "I'm sorry, Mommy, I get so-" "And QUIT calling me 'Mommy'! You're a BIG BOY now! Just get out of my sight, Jonathan!" she shouted, slamming the door in poor little Johnny's face. Johnny cried out and ran back to his room, sobbing. He then glared at the bunny. "It's YOUR FAULT!" he shouted in his tantrum. He grabbed the bunny and looked around. Something, something, he thought. Then he saw a big nail holding a photograph of him and his Mommy- er, Mother. He grabbed the nail from the wall with little trouble and pinned the shocked rabbit to his bedroom wall, sobbing and glaring. "I HATE YOU, STUPID BUNNY!" he shouted. He'd dubbed the dead bunny "Nailbunny" that night in his dreams.
"Ohh, so that's how it happened. Jeez, I'm sorry, Nailbunny," Johnny said, looking down at the rabbit sorrowfully. "It's okay, Johnny. I don't think you should be around your mother anymore, do you?" Nailbunny inquired. Johnny stared at the ground. "But if I leave her, then who will be with her?" he asked, feeling a sudden compassion for his mother. "Johnny, how cruel was she to you since that night? How alone and deserted does she make you feel, huh? Runaway, Johnny," Nailbunny urged. Johnny nodded sadly and stuffed Nailbunny away again. He walked off, thinking about that deserted house a few miles away. He could live there. It had boarded up windows and a long basement. He knew this because a psycho murderer had lived and died there and he'd gone to explore many a time. Many torturing devices and knives where in there, in some of the rooms below the ground. There were even a few bodies and random limbs scattered throughout the vast area. He'd decided. He'd live with Nailbunny and no one else. His mother would have her sick satisfaction of his disappearance. He grinned to himself suddenly, a thing he rarely did. "Nailbunny, we're gonna have some fun. Some extreme fun," he said quietly, snickering to himself.