(Author's note: This chapter may be taken down for maintenance. Not sure I
like it much but hey, I never like my work very much until I finish. Oh
yeah, and yes. I am Jhonen. I own Johnny. Yes.*cough* kidding my friends.
Read on)
"Do you remember anything about how you got here?" She asked tilting her head. Immediately I shook my head, she frowned. " Not even who brought you here?"
" I assume one of the passer Byers who saw me lying there almost dead." I answered dryly. She looked at me quizzically.
" That's odd. She told us you were once rather close to her. " She added. I looked at her very oddly.she? I hardly knew many females.
" Who?" I asked lifting an eyebrow.
" She didn't leave us with her name." She replied. " She only called us from the hospital where she had taken you, telling us that you needed desperate help. Though I did catch a glimpse of her as we came to take you here. She was sitting beside you with a look of well.anger."
"What'd she look like?" I asked for the first time in a long time with emotion in my voice.
" She was pale.quite pale. Green eyes and kind of magenta hair." She started, though stopped seeing the expression on my face. I could feel the look I showed, eyes wide, mouth gaping. A memory flashed through my mind, of a girl with those exact characteristics, a lost feeling I once had.happiness? Joy? Then it clicked; it was Devi. The only person, let alone girl, that I actually had feelings for.I remembered now; I tried to kill her for my own happiness. Then lost her.
" Devi." I said quietly looking at the corner, eyes still wide. Andrea placed her hand on my back again.
"Something wrong Nny?" She asked; prepared to take out the syringe I saw in her apron. I shook my head then looked back at her.
" I know who it was. I remember her. I tried to kill her once." I started. Andrea didn't look surprised.
" You tried to kill her, now she saved you." She said. I shrugged fingering with one of the buckles on my left boot.
"So it seems." I answered bringing my knees to my chest and resting my fist under my chin, utterly confused.
" Johnny.do you remember why you wanted to kill people?" She asked, as if she had been waiting for me to remember these things for a long time and become like a therapist. I sighed, not responding. Not only did Devi come back into mind, but everyone else I had murdered before.and them, the ones who piloted my mind. The voices that tormented my soul, lead me to kill myself, or attempt. My dementia was cleared, at least a little.
"Johnny?" She repeated, breaking me out of my trance. Slowly I nodded.
" Those dolls. Mr. Eff and Psycho Doughboy. They told me to do the things I did." I quietly responded. " I heard them.in my head."
" Do you still?" She asked beginning to rub my back again, sensing my tension. I ran my fingers through my unkempt black hair and shook my head
" Sometimes I can hear their voices, but I can't understand what they're saying. " I said quietly. The sun no longer beaming in through the window, though sky though glowing in its light. She nodded slowly.
" They'll disappear soon enough dear, they're almost gone from what you sound like anyways." She consoled. " Was there any other voices you heard?"
" The only other really, big one was Nail bunny." I started, " he looked after me. I never listened. His voice died after a while."
Andrea nodded slowly, and then slowly coiled her arms around me and holding me against her body in a motherly embrace as if I were a child who was awoken from a nightmare.I stiffened at first. I couldn't remember the last time I felt human contact against my body, then I relaxed. She meant no harm; I could feel it.
" No wonder." She said softly, not releasing me. " No wonder."
I sighed, apprehensively patting her on the back, still dumbfounded as to why Devi, of all people, saved my life. A strange fluttering sensation flew through my stomach as I once more replayed the only image I had of her that I actually treasured; the first time I saw her in that bookstore. She saved me.why. I tried to kill her. Plain and simple, I fell for her and wanted her dead.but she saved me. I wanted to know why she cared.
(Author's note: Just to state, there's nothing going on between Nny and Andrea. I don't really like to set up non-cannon characters with cannon characters. She's just one of those REALLY overly positive people. Coughs back to writing chapter three. Be sure to review ( I enjoy reading what people have to say.)
"Do you remember anything about how you got here?" She asked tilting her head. Immediately I shook my head, she frowned. " Not even who brought you here?"
" I assume one of the passer Byers who saw me lying there almost dead." I answered dryly. She looked at me quizzically.
" That's odd. She told us you were once rather close to her. " She added. I looked at her very oddly.she? I hardly knew many females.
" Who?" I asked lifting an eyebrow.
" She didn't leave us with her name." She replied. " She only called us from the hospital where she had taken you, telling us that you needed desperate help. Though I did catch a glimpse of her as we came to take you here. She was sitting beside you with a look of well.anger."
"What'd she look like?" I asked for the first time in a long time with emotion in my voice.
" She was pale.quite pale. Green eyes and kind of magenta hair." She started, though stopped seeing the expression on my face. I could feel the look I showed, eyes wide, mouth gaping. A memory flashed through my mind, of a girl with those exact characteristics, a lost feeling I once had.happiness? Joy? Then it clicked; it was Devi. The only person, let alone girl, that I actually had feelings for.I remembered now; I tried to kill her for my own happiness. Then lost her.
" Devi." I said quietly looking at the corner, eyes still wide. Andrea placed her hand on my back again.
"Something wrong Nny?" She asked; prepared to take out the syringe I saw in her apron. I shook my head then looked back at her.
" I know who it was. I remember her. I tried to kill her once." I started. Andrea didn't look surprised.
" You tried to kill her, now she saved you." She said. I shrugged fingering with one of the buckles on my left boot.
"So it seems." I answered bringing my knees to my chest and resting my fist under my chin, utterly confused.
" Johnny.do you remember why you wanted to kill people?" She asked, as if she had been waiting for me to remember these things for a long time and become like a therapist. I sighed, not responding. Not only did Devi come back into mind, but everyone else I had murdered before.and them, the ones who piloted my mind. The voices that tormented my soul, lead me to kill myself, or attempt. My dementia was cleared, at least a little.
"Johnny?" She repeated, breaking me out of my trance. Slowly I nodded.
" Those dolls. Mr. Eff and Psycho Doughboy. They told me to do the things I did." I quietly responded. " I heard them.in my head."
" Do you still?" She asked beginning to rub my back again, sensing my tension. I ran my fingers through my unkempt black hair and shook my head
" Sometimes I can hear their voices, but I can't understand what they're saying. " I said quietly. The sun no longer beaming in through the window, though sky though glowing in its light. She nodded slowly.
" They'll disappear soon enough dear, they're almost gone from what you sound like anyways." She consoled. " Was there any other voices you heard?"
" The only other really, big one was Nail bunny." I started, " he looked after me. I never listened. His voice died after a while."
Andrea nodded slowly, and then slowly coiled her arms around me and holding me against her body in a motherly embrace as if I were a child who was awoken from a nightmare.I stiffened at first. I couldn't remember the last time I felt human contact against my body, then I relaxed. She meant no harm; I could feel it.
" No wonder." She said softly, not releasing me. " No wonder."
I sighed, apprehensively patting her on the back, still dumbfounded as to why Devi, of all people, saved my life. A strange fluttering sensation flew through my stomach as I once more replayed the only image I had of her that I actually treasured; the first time I saw her in that bookstore. She saved me.why. I tried to kill her. Plain and simple, I fell for her and wanted her dead.but she saved me. I wanted to know why she cared.
(Author's note: Just to state, there's nothing going on between Nny and Andrea. I don't really like to set up non-cannon characters with cannon characters. She's just one of those REALLY overly positive people. Coughs back to writing chapter three. Be sure to review ( I enjoy reading what people have to say.)