Kind of rushed, haven't been able to write lately. >. ; Please read and review.
When he met face to face with the old broken down door of house 777, he was suprised to see a folded piece of paper resting underneath the doorcrack. Bending down, he retrived it, more locks of hair falling askew over the lad's paled skin. He headed inside, closing the door behind him. He placed the book he had just purchased on the coushin beside him as he plopped down onto the worn down sofa before the television, opening the letter out of sheer curiosity.
Her handwriting was rushed, it took some time to actually try and figure out some of the words, but by the letters ending he had an odd feeling in the pit of his stomach. Arching a brow, Johnny leaned back, thinking about what he had just read.
It's what you wanted... Mused Meat. You why do you act as if you are confused?
"Because I am." he rested his open palm under his chin, leaning forward. He continued thinking to himself, but of course not without being inturrupted by Meat.
'Why would you be confused?'
"Because usually when someone tries to murder you, they are at the very bottom of the forgiveness list.' Johnny snapped in responce. "She flat out told me that the first time I asked for her forgiveness. Don't you remeber that one?"
"Hmm... I guess I do..." He paused for a moment. Oh sweet momentary silence.
He focused his eyes on the once white but now oddly coulored carpet, trying to figure out some, no, any motive that she may be using to contact him. To turn him in finally...? No... she'd already tried that, and she'd given up long ago, from what he knew.
Perhaps she actually does care...? the demeted bub's burger boy toy inturrupted, the sacred silence of his mind now shattered. He was placed beside Johnny, convieniently right next to the letter.
Johnny could only laugh in responce to this, managing to finally mutter out a responce moments later. "Would you love someone who tried to kill you, lest ask to meet them somewhere? At nine fucking thirty at night?"
Good point... the burger toy resoponded, then silencing for quite some time, leaving Johnny to his own thoughts.