Use Me
By Mileena
An: uhm. OOC Nazis back off. My story. Hmmm. I don't believe in ratings, but you rating Nazis. This may escalate from R TO HIGHER so you little *oh that's so not Johnny* nazis blow me. Uhhh. I don't own anything in here except Mazzy and Iries and this plot. The chair I own on I don't even own, It's my granma's who I have lovingly nicknamed Grandma Hatey for her mean-ness The only thing I own that's on/with me right now is my jewelry and clothes. See. Don't sue you mean evil nazis.
AN2: This was written because its something similar along the lines of what just happened to me...only soo very much has been changed *stabs herself* Wow. I used a lot of "Nazi' in my speech. Oh and I think this may be my first chaptered Johnny fic. Go Me!
--Mileena
Chapter 3 synopsis- Squee comes in, and it starts bouncing from past to present, in order to not confuse yourself, be sure to read where it says PAST and PRESENT. Yay you…I'm very sure you can be smart ^_^
Chapter 3 The Squee Chapter
(Present)
I slowly sit up from that cold tile. I've been sitting there for hours. Lost in my own thoughts, and regrets, heartaches and heartbreaks. The daylight has crept in, and I need to see if Little Squee is ready to leave for school like my old habit. I look outside. Some abandoned kid has replaced little Squee. I see his little eyes, and I know its Squee. I know it was just by seeing the side of him. God. He' has to be eleven or twelve. That's what I get for being gone for nearly six years. I walk outside, deciding he could use a ride. My car is parked, but I have no recollection of driving it last night. I just remember a lot of running, a lot of walking.
"Hey.Squee." I say. The morning sun blinds me, and the stench of rotting apples seems to magically swim up to my senses as soon as I let out a few words.
I fucking hate that smell...Rotting Apples. He looks at me, very paranoid. He has a safety pin through his eyebrow, and a piece of fluff tucked into his shoelaces. It seems somewhat cute.
"You're back." Squee says. It's not Squee's voice anymore...its horribly not Squee. It's a little boy that's growing up...
"Do you want a ride?" I say, and then I look down to see what I am wearing. A Seether shirt that reads "I'm Guilty" and ragged black "skater" shorts, my usual boots. "Okay." Squee looks at me like he hates me...but all his adult figures must have caused this. Jesus only knows that the schools are shit examples anyway. We get in the car. I ask him where his school is. I drive in this awkward silence.
"So.uh Squee...what grade are you in?"
"Fifth."
"Do your parents know you have a giant safety pin in your eyebrow?"
"My mom died two years ago, strung out off of speed. My dad is always out."
"What about your teachers?"
"I don't care about them. Or the schools."
"Squee, why do you go to school?"
There was a long silence after that question. I had no idea things would have gotten this bad. "Because you once told me that no matter what, school is important in the tiniest of ways. You can learn so much just by the people there than you can in books."
I have no recollection of saying this, but I'm touched that he would remember something I had said. We arrive in the parking lot, some of the kids seem like they are there in a line just to pick on him. The duck to see into the car, and I give them a death stare.
"Johnny why did you come back?"
I was silent. He had never called me Johnny. He had never asked me such straightforward questions. We had never really had any conversations about what he did.
"I don't know, Todd." I told him honestly. I rolled down the window on his side, and I yelled at the kids "Go near him and I'll slit your parents throat." And they backed off.
"Can you pick me up?" He sounded hopeful.
"Yea, 3?" He nodded and left the car. He didn't even have a backpack, I noticed as I watched his small-framed puny looking kid body get out of car and into the school.
Also very short
Go me
Go forth and eat some starbursts, they are good.
And read chapter four. A lot of the upcoming chapters are longer.
By Mileena
An: uhm. OOC Nazis back off. My story. Hmmm. I don't believe in ratings, but you rating Nazis. This may escalate from R TO HIGHER so you little *oh that's so not Johnny* nazis blow me. Uhhh. I don't own anything in here except Mazzy and Iries and this plot. The chair I own on I don't even own, It's my granma's who I have lovingly nicknamed Grandma Hatey for her mean-ness The only thing I own that's on/with me right now is my jewelry and clothes. See. Don't sue you mean evil nazis.
AN2: This was written because its something similar along the lines of what just happened to me...only soo very much has been changed *stabs herself* Wow. I used a lot of "Nazi' in my speech. Oh and I think this may be my first chaptered Johnny fic. Go Me!
--Mileena
Chapter 3 synopsis- Squee comes in, and it starts bouncing from past to present, in order to not confuse yourself, be sure to read where it says PAST and PRESENT. Yay you…I'm very sure you can be smart ^_^
Chapter 3 The Squee Chapter
(Present)
I slowly sit up from that cold tile. I've been sitting there for hours. Lost in my own thoughts, and regrets, heartaches and heartbreaks. The daylight has crept in, and I need to see if Little Squee is ready to leave for school like my old habit. I look outside. Some abandoned kid has replaced little Squee. I see his little eyes, and I know its Squee. I know it was just by seeing the side of him. God. He' has to be eleven or twelve. That's what I get for being gone for nearly six years. I walk outside, deciding he could use a ride. My car is parked, but I have no recollection of driving it last night. I just remember a lot of running, a lot of walking.
"Hey.Squee." I say. The morning sun blinds me, and the stench of rotting apples seems to magically swim up to my senses as soon as I let out a few words.
I fucking hate that smell...Rotting Apples. He looks at me, very paranoid. He has a safety pin through his eyebrow, and a piece of fluff tucked into his shoelaces. It seems somewhat cute.
"You're back." Squee says. It's not Squee's voice anymore...its horribly not Squee. It's a little boy that's growing up...
"Do you want a ride?" I say, and then I look down to see what I am wearing. A Seether shirt that reads "I'm Guilty" and ragged black "skater" shorts, my usual boots. "Okay." Squee looks at me like he hates me...but all his adult figures must have caused this. Jesus only knows that the schools are shit examples anyway. We get in the car. I ask him where his school is. I drive in this awkward silence.
"So.uh Squee...what grade are you in?"
"Fifth."
"Do your parents know you have a giant safety pin in your eyebrow?"
"My mom died two years ago, strung out off of speed. My dad is always out."
"What about your teachers?"
"I don't care about them. Or the schools."
"Squee, why do you go to school?"
There was a long silence after that question. I had no idea things would have gotten this bad. "Because you once told me that no matter what, school is important in the tiniest of ways. You can learn so much just by the people there than you can in books."
I have no recollection of saying this, but I'm touched that he would remember something I had said. We arrive in the parking lot, some of the kids seem like they are there in a line just to pick on him. The duck to see into the car, and I give them a death stare.
"Johnny why did you come back?"
I was silent. He had never called me Johnny. He had never asked me such straightforward questions. We had never really had any conversations about what he did.
"I don't know, Todd." I told him honestly. I rolled down the window on his side, and I yelled at the kids "Go near him and I'll slit your parents throat." And they backed off.
"Can you pick me up?" He sounded hopeful.
"Yea, 3?" He nodded and left the car. He didn't even have a backpack, I noticed as I watched his small-framed puny looking kid body get out of car and into the school.
Also very short
Go me
Go forth and eat some starbursts, they are good.
And read chapter four. A lot of the upcoming chapters are longer.
