Devi Sat back in the chair Johnny was just sitting in, as she Spun around in it. A million thoughts were running through her mind.
'what if the present is a severed hand or something..is he really that sick?'
'how did he get those locks open?'
'I have GOT to finish that painting..'
'Why does this chair swivel so much?'
'God, I miss him..'
'wonder how ole' shit in the pants is doing...'
Those were just a fraction of what she was thinking. Unfortunately, every time she tried to picture some horrible thing that could be in the "wrapped present" Johnny had for her, her mind went blank. On the other hand, when she thought of what he could have really gotten for her, she could see a massive amount of things. They ranged from paintbrushes to socks.She had begun to wonder wether she was really losing it or not. Had Johnny really been in her Apartment? WITH ALL THOSE LOCKS? The thought finally sank in, and she began to panic, again. He breathing became heavier, and the knife she hand in her hand was now thrown out the window, at which ever direction Johnny had gone.
"I HOPE YOU NEVER COME BACK, YOU LITTLE SHIT!! NEVER!!"
As she said those words, she put every bit of sincerity into them as she could. But deep insid eof her, she felt a small twinge. Something so minute, she probably wouldn't have even noticed it. No, she wouldn't have noticed it, if it wasn't for the fact that, well, bluntly put, she cared for Johnny. Hell, she might even...love him, still. Just a little...not very much....just a little.Devi got up off the floor, walked over to the window, and looked out at the empt street lit only by a single light. She could have sworn that behind that tree..Johnny was there. His eyes, they were sad. But, she wasn't sure he was even there. She let mer hand rest on the molding as she focused her eyes tot hat little spot behind the tree. She Squinted her eyes as a little figure came into focus. It was Johnny. She looked at him, for what seemed like an eternity. His eyes just staring abck at her. Then, he turned his head to the side as he was leaving, and Devi noticed something metallic, ...no, more like..transparet, but shiny, on his face. And, she realized what it was as it fell to the ground.
It was Johnny's tear.
As his figure faded into the night, she shut the window, but not befor whispering an almost inaudible message to him.
"Goodnight, Nny. You little Shit.I hope you come back. I miss your smile."
Back at Johnny's poor little excuse for a house:
"Eff! I knew it! I KNEW IT! NAILBUNNY WAS WRONG!!"
"Yes, NNY! I told you not to listen tot that idiotic rabbit. Hear me, Nny. Kill her. Kill her, so that she can never hurt you. Never hurt you again, Nny. You do not deserve it. You deserve to have everything you want."
Johnny did not reply to this, he only sat in a corner of the room, sniffling and tears running down his cheeks.
"Better Yet," Psycho Doughboy said, "Why don't you kill yourself? You will be free, Johnny. Free from everything. No more Distractions. You will be HAPPY, Johnny."
"SILENCE, YOU unintellectual, unreasoning; mindless piece of styrofoam! My boy does not need such filth!"
"AH, but he does! Look at his pain! It's caused by you! Let him go peacefully!"
In his little corner, Johnny cried silently.He cried his fears, hopes, dreams, and emotions away. Such a small thing, this girl had done to him. She had softened his heart. He didn't want to live or die, He didn't want to eat or starve, he didn't want to sleep or stay awake. He wanted to be loved. Johnny Wrapped his arms around himself in a mock-hug. He had no one but himself.So, that night, all alone, in the cold, without a friend, as his two styrofoam voices bickered over what he should do to Devi or himelf, He Sat there and sobbed. He cried until his tears ran Dry.
WAHOOOO! CAFFINE HIGH! This was a hard chapter to write. I'm gonna go make guidelinges for the next one....Mehh...Review, but please, Do not be too hateful.
'what if the present is a severed hand or something..is he really that sick?'
'how did he get those locks open?'
'I have GOT to finish that painting..'
'Why does this chair swivel so much?'
'God, I miss him..'
'wonder how ole' shit in the pants is doing...'
Those were just a fraction of what she was thinking. Unfortunately, every time she tried to picture some horrible thing that could be in the "wrapped present" Johnny had for her, her mind went blank. On the other hand, when she thought of what he could have really gotten for her, she could see a massive amount of things. They ranged from paintbrushes to socks.She had begun to wonder wether she was really losing it or not. Had Johnny really been in her Apartment? WITH ALL THOSE LOCKS? The thought finally sank in, and she began to panic, again. He breathing became heavier, and the knife she hand in her hand was now thrown out the window, at which ever direction Johnny had gone.
"I HOPE YOU NEVER COME BACK, YOU LITTLE SHIT!! NEVER!!"
As she said those words, she put every bit of sincerity into them as she could. But deep insid eof her, she felt a small twinge. Something so minute, she probably wouldn't have even noticed it. No, she wouldn't have noticed it, if it wasn't for the fact that, well, bluntly put, she cared for Johnny. Hell, she might even...love him, still. Just a little...not very much....just a little.Devi got up off the floor, walked over to the window, and looked out at the empt street lit only by a single light. She could have sworn that behind that tree..Johnny was there. His eyes, they were sad. But, she wasn't sure he was even there. She let mer hand rest on the molding as she focused her eyes tot hat little spot behind the tree. She Squinted her eyes as a little figure came into focus. It was Johnny. She looked at him, for what seemed like an eternity. His eyes just staring abck at her. Then, he turned his head to the side as he was leaving, and Devi noticed something metallic, ...no, more like..transparet, but shiny, on his face. And, she realized what it was as it fell to the ground.
It was Johnny's tear.
As his figure faded into the night, she shut the window, but not befor whispering an almost inaudible message to him.
"Goodnight, Nny. You little Shit.I hope you come back. I miss your smile."
Back at Johnny's poor little excuse for a house:
"Eff! I knew it! I KNEW IT! NAILBUNNY WAS WRONG!!"
"Yes, NNY! I told you not to listen tot that idiotic rabbit. Hear me, Nny. Kill her. Kill her, so that she can never hurt you. Never hurt you again, Nny. You do not deserve it. You deserve to have everything you want."
Johnny did not reply to this, he only sat in a corner of the room, sniffling and tears running down his cheeks.
"Better Yet," Psycho Doughboy said, "Why don't you kill yourself? You will be free, Johnny. Free from everything. No more Distractions. You will be HAPPY, Johnny."
"SILENCE, YOU unintellectual, unreasoning; mindless piece of styrofoam! My boy does not need such filth!"
"AH, but he does! Look at his pain! It's caused by you! Let him go peacefully!"
In his little corner, Johnny cried silently.He cried his fears, hopes, dreams, and emotions away. Such a small thing, this girl had done to him. She had softened his heart. He didn't want to live or die, He didn't want to eat or starve, he didn't want to sleep or stay awake. He wanted to be loved. Johnny Wrapped his arms around himself in a mock-hug. He had no one but himself.So, that night, all alone, in the cold, without a friend, as his two styrofoam voices bickered over what he should do to Devi or himelf, He Sat there and sobbed. He cried until his tears ran Dry.
WAHOOOO! CAFFINE HIGH! This was a hard chapter to write. I'm gonna go make guidelinges for the next one....Mehh...Review, but please, Do not be too hateful.
