Hey look I actually decided to continue the story…well as you know JTHM or and affiliated characters belong to Jhonen. I felt really bad about writing this story; I kept it almost a year before I posted it…any who, here we go again.
"Johnny, why did you decide to check yourself into this facility?" The doctor sat in the chair examining Johnny. "If you don't mind my asking."
"Why should I mind, though I would think it'd be obvious," Johnny said, "I'm very clearly fucking insane, I mean I have done some horrible shit."
"Would you mind telling me?" The doctor asked.
"Maybe later, right now I'd just like to go to my room."
The doctor nodded and stood to lead Johnny out of the office, "Right this way Mr. C."
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Johnny pulled himself away from the kiss and away from Devi's arms. "You don't love me Devi, you just think you do. Go home get some sleep and see how you feel tomorrow."
"But—"She started to protest.
"No, don't you remember that I tried to kill you. The only reason you've come back to me is because I was a constant in your life, I scared the living hell out of you but I loved you. I was always there, when I left the only solid thing you had was gone."
He stood and grabbed the package from the table and moved into the kitchen. With practiced movements he slit the box open with a knife. Inside was eighteen orange pill bottles.
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"How long has it been Johnny?"
"How long has it been since what?" Johnny said tiredly.
"Since you slept." Dr. Fox asked.
Johnny mulled over the time in his head, "Well, if I consider the time I went to hell as a dream then about two weeks. If not, probably six months."
"You went to hell?" this seemed to really interest the doctor.
"You're getting off subject Dr. Fox."
"Of course, excuse me for that. Now you said it had been over six months since you last slept…that's not good for you, I think it may be the cause of some of your delusions." She said slowly. "I'm going to prescribe a sleep aide and see if that along with some counseling won't help the situation." The doctor scribbled something on her prescription pad and sent it quickly through the fax machine, "You'll receive your first dose tonight."
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He methodically took the bottles from the box and set them on the counter counting the bottles.
"You're on this many medications?" Devi said from the door.
"No, this is a six month supply." Johnny laughed slightly at the look on her face, "Two anti-psychotics," he held up two of the bottles, "and a sleep aide." He held up the third bottle. The three bottles he was holding he put carefully next to the sink. The other fifteen bottles he put into a drawer. "I'm not crazy enough to be taking eighteen pills at once." He laughed a little.
"So you really are psychotic then?" Devi said unsure of her decision to come and see him.
"It's the only way I got away with what I did." Johnny said
"You told the doctor." She sounded amazed, "Why aren't you in a mental institute?"
"Because I was when I told Dr. Fox, she was just as astounded as you…but she helped me." Johnny crushed the box and put it into the trash, "I am better, but without these…I don't know if I would be."
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He stared at the ceiling of the hospital room from the bed, Dr. Fox had given him the sleeping pill and much to Johnny's surprise it was working. His eyelids were heavy his body weighted with sleep. Dr. Fox walked in for the final check of the night, "How are you Johnny?"
"I'm jus…just fine…kinda tired though…" He yawned and rolled away from the door. "I think I'm gonna—" his speech was cut off as the pill took effect.
"Good night Johnny." Dr. Fox closed and locked the door.
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"How are you feeling this morning Johnny?" Dr. Fox asked.
He leaned back in his chair slightly, yawning off last nights sleep, "I feel…actually I feel pretty good." He smiled and for the first time it didn't look psychotic. "I usually have nightmares but last night…I don't even remember."
"That means the medication is working perfectly." Dr. Fox smiled, "Would you like to go to the recreation room and be with the other patients?"
"I think I'd rather go to my room and read." Still smiling he stood to leave.
"Very Well." She said and followed him to his room.
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"Do you really need those to be 'better'," Devi glared at the bottles, "What if those are placebos."
Johnny shrugged, "Then they are and I'm not nearly as sick as I thought." He glanced up to the clock on the wall, "Shit, Devi if you don't mind I have got to go."
"Why?"
"If I don't go now I'll be late for my appointment with Dr. Stone…it's a 4 o'clock." He smiled before leaving the kitchen and grabbing his jacket, "It was nice talking to you maybe we could do it again sometime."
Johnny opened the door to his apartment silently asking Devi to leave. "I can come back tomorrow."
"No, I have to work." He said stepping out after her. "Just give me a call sometime." It's killing you isn't it?
Johnny's eyes widened…that voice…leave me the hell alone!
But it's true…you love her, you can't let her go. Preserve the feeling…
He closed his eyes subconsciously he reaching into his pocket for his bottle of medication; he put the pill in his mouth and swallowed.
You can't get rid of me that easily…the voice began to fade, slowly becoming like the adults it Charlie Brown.
"I really have to go now." Johnny ran down the hall leaving Devi once again standing alone.
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"How are you feeling today Johnny?" Dr. Stone smiled warmly as he entered the office.
"The voice came back again…just for a moment, but it was there."
"Was it D-boy or Eff?"
"I couldn't tell," he was near tears, "I don't want to be sick again…I like having a life and not hurting people!"
"Johnny you need to calm yourself…now tell me, have you encountered something from your past recently, that can often cause voices or memories of voices to return." He scribbled a note on the writing pad in front of him.
Johnny sat heavily on the couch with his face in his hands. "Devi…"
"Devi? Isn't that the girl you tried to kill?" he flipped back to the front of the writing pad.
"Yes…but it wasn't out of spite, the voice they told me it was the only way to preserve my happiness." Johnny said.
The doctor read something. "You said that the voices called it immortalizing the moment?"
Johnny merely nodded. "Yeah…that's what the called it."
Sorry about how long it took me to update, I couldn't think of anything else to write for a couple days. Oh well pleas Read and Review.