Disclaimer: I own nothing anymore. Hey, notice that I kill off everything I
own? I sure as hell could never be trusted with having a baby. This story
referres to 'Dear Johnny' by Poe. I don't own that either. It also contains
a song that I don't remember by someone I don't remember, which I do not
own either. So you can't litigate me! Ha ha!
Please don't start hating this fic and me just because of Johnny Jr.'s death. Don't be mad at me if you thought it was sad, because I am writing angst and it is meant to be sad. And don't WORRY, my fellow Nny lovers. Nny is going to be alright.
Let us continue. This chapter is short. We have say, two or three chapters after this one, people.
It has been a week now.
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Nny sat in the chair, his eyes empty, staring off into space. Devi was sitting on the sofa. She looked at him and sighed. She hated to see him like this. He had been so out of touch, so distant, since Johnny had died.
They still weren't sure why he had died actually. And they didn't want to find out. So they had just had a funeral and tried to forget the pain. Pain that could never be forgotten. Nny's head dropped to his knees and tears started to pour silently down his cheeks again. Devi heaved a sigh, trying to keep her own tears in.
It was strange to Devi that Nny, who had killed countless people and was so accustomed to death, was even more affected my Johnny's death than she herself. She was still heartbroken, yes, but he had let himself go.
Devi was letting go too. She was falling away from reality, but it didn't show. She didn't think that she could hold on for very much longer. She had to let go very soon. She HAD to let go.
Nny sat silently, focusing on the pain he felt. It became unbearable, and suddenly he heard a long, low wail. He looked over at Devi, but she wasn't making a sound. And that was when Nny realized that the wail was coming from himself. He covered his eyes with his hands.
Devi looked at his broken down form sadly. She got up and sat down on the arm of the chair he was sitting in. She dropped an arm around his shoulders, trying to soothe him.
"Nny? It's alright," Devi whispered. She knew she was going to drop away very soon, but she had to help him understand that he would be alright.
"No. No it's not. Devi I can't stand it!" he sobbed, looking up at her with tearstained and vacant eyes. Devi sighed sadly and slid into the chair beside him, scrunching him slightly but he didn't care. She pulled him close.
"Shhh," she said.
"Devi I just can't stand it!" he said again. Devi sat there helplessly.
And then she remembered something she'd heard long ago.
"Johnny dear don't be afraid. I will keep your secrets safe. Bring me to the blind man who Lost you in his house of blue," Devi sang in a whisper. Strangely, the little song had a calming effect on Nny. He knew he'd heard it before.
Sometime long ago, someone else had sang it to him.
"Are you OK?" Devi asked a few minutes later.
"I'll be fine now, Devi," he said quietly.
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I concede you were right about this place
I can make a perfect likeness of your body if I trace
I can hold you, till you turn out the light and I can't see
Do you believe we are all innately good?
Do you think that you would love me till tomorrow if you could?
Would you please turn down the radio?
So we can speak
I put my hands around your neck and you wrap your arms around me.
I put my hands around your neck and you wrap your arms around me
I put my hands around your neck and you wrap your arms around me
I put my hands around your neck and you wrap your arms around me
I regret everytime I raised my voice
And it wouldn't be that bright of me to say I had no choice
I can kiss your eyes, your hair, your lips, till we forget.
I concede you were right about this place
I can make a perfect likeness of your body, if I trace
I can hold you till you turn out the lights
And I can't see
I can't see
*/*/*
There we go. We're getting pretty far into this now, yes? I mean, the end is SO close. Or maybe not. Ha.
Please don't start hating this fic and me just because of Johnny Jr.'s death. Don't be mad at me if you thought it was sad, because I am writing angst and it is meant to be sad. And don't WORRY, my fellow Nny lovers. Nny is going to be alright.
Let us continue. This chapter is short. We have say, two or three chapters after this one, people.
It has been a week now.
*/*/*
Nny sat in the chair, his eyes empty, staring off into space. Devi was sitting on the sofa. She looked at him and sighed. She hated to see him like this. He had been so out of touch, so distant, since Johnny had died.
They still weren't sure why he had died actually. And they didn't want to find out. So they had just had a funeral and tried to forget the pain. Pain that could never be forgotten. Nny's head dropped to his knees and tears started to pour silently down his cheeks again. Devi heaved a sigh, trying to keep her own tears in.
It was strange to Devi that Nny, who had killed countless people and was so accustomed to death, was even more affected my Johnny's death than she herself. She was still heartbroken, yes, but he had let himself go.
Devi was letting go too. She was falling away from reality, but it didn't show. She didn't think that she could hold on for very much longer. She had to let go very soon. She HAD to let go.
Nny sat silently, focusing on the pain he felt. It became unbearable, and suddenly he heard a long, low wail. He looked over at Devi, but she wasn't making a sound. And that was when Nny realized that the wail was coming from himself. He covered his eyes with his hands.
Devi looked at his broken down form sadly. She got up and sat down on the arm of the chair he was sitting in. She dropped an arm around his shoulders, trying to soothe him.
"Nny? It's alright," Devi whispered. She knew she was going to drop away very soon, but she had to help him understand that he would be alright.
"No. No it's not. Devi I can't stand it!" he sobbed, looking up at her with tearstained and vacant eyes. Devi sighed sadly and slid into the chair beside him, scrunching him slightly but he didn't care. She pulled him close.
"Shhh," she said.
"Devi I just can't stand it!" he said again. Devi sat there helplessly.
And then she remembered something she'd heard long ago.
"Johnny dear don't be afraid. I will keep your secrets safe. Bring me to the blind man who Lost you in his house of blue," Devi sang in a whisper. Strangely, the little song had a calming effect on Nny. He knew he'd heard it before.
Sometime long ago, someone else had sang it to him.
"Are you OK?" Devi asked a few minutes later.
"I'll be fine now, Devi," he said quietly.
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I concede you were right about this place
I can make a perfect likeness of your body if I trace
I can hold you, till you turn out the light and I can't see
Do you believe we are all innately good?
Do you think that you would love me till tomorrow if you could?
Would you please turn down the radio?
So we can speak
I put my hands around your neck and you wrap your arms around me.
I put my hands around your neck and you wrap your arms around me
I put my hands around your neck and you wrap your arms around me
I put my hands around your neck and you wrap your arms around me
I regret everytime I raised my voice
And it wouldn't be that bright of me to say I had no choice
I can kiss your eyes, your hair, your lips, till we forget.
I concede you were right about this place
I can make a perfect likeness of your body, if I trace
I can hold you till you turn out the lights
And I can't see
I can't see
*/*/*
There we go. We're getting pretty far into this now, yes? I mean, the end is SO close. Or maybe not. Ha.
