Disclaimer: I only own Christine.. no one else wants her..
Johnny sat in the rain. Waiting. For what, he wasn't sure. What was left of his hair stuck to his head. No one was passing by, it seemed as if he was the only life left. The feeling of being alone was far to common. A Brain Freezy or a fizz-wiz sounded good right about now.
Alone. It was like some sick catch phrase.
Alone. Why him? What had he done?
Alone. How had his life gotten so out of control?
Alone. Was it his life anymore?
Alone. No of course not. It never was.
Alone. How he hated that word.
Alone. Shut up.
Alone. ' I said shut up.'
Alone. ' Shut up damnit! '
Alone. ' SHUT UP! '
Alone. ' SHUT UP DAMNIT! '
"Sir! Sir! Are you okay!" Johnny opened his eyes to see a girl, about eleven years of age leaning over him. Her hair was spiked up like antenna at least six inches off her head. But it wasn't her hair that caught his attention, it was her eyes, those incredibly dark wide eyes behind largesilver glasses.
"Yes, I'm fine."
"You didn't look fine," The girl said unconvinced. She adjusted her black umbrella to protect them from the rain better, "You just collapsed, and you were screaming!"
All of the color left Johnny's sickly yellow face, "What did I say?"
"I couldn't tell," Her voice was quiet, "Are you sure you're okay?"
"Yes, I'll be fine," Johnny recoiled against the wall when she held out her hand for him. He stood up still pressed against the wall. The girl's hand soon found it's way back at her side.
"Alright. Well, see ya around maybe," She gave a short wave and a smile, then headed over to a black haired boy using a coat as a shield from the rain. She held the umbrella over their heads and grabbed his hand. As they walked off Johnny heard the boy ask: "What did he say Christine?"
You like? No? I kinda liked the idea of Johnny meeting himself and Christine, I mean, he died too!... I like reincarnation...