DISCLAIMER: I dont own anything JtHM related! Although.. I wouldn't mind owning Johnny.. hes pretty cute. :)

Hi guys! I'm sorry this is taking so long to update.

As you can tell, if you took a glimpse below, this chapter doesn't start out with a Dear….. I thought I'd try something new. :)

3/24/07: Wow. I am SO sorry this took forever to get out. oo Please don't kill me.

It's time to go.

"No, I…… can't…. go. I have to write these letters."

FORGET THE LETTERS! They're doing nothing for you! Face it. You're alone Johnny. Open your eyes. Its night. You're alone. This is the way its going to be. Nothings ever going to change that.

No.. NO! YOU'RE WRONG! Don't do it, Nny. You've got so much.

"WHAT? WHAT DO I HAVE?"

You have…… Us?

"Neither of you fill my empty hole of a heart."

A heart? Heh.. Since when can you feel?

"STOP IT. I CANT TAKE THIS ANYMORE."

Come on Nny, One simple click can take you away from this hell.

"What about Devi?"

The two doughboys look at each other and under his breath one of them mumbles,

Not even a bullet through her head can fix that wreck.

"I'm going to go get some air."

The wooden door creaks open and slams shut.

Way to go.

You can't blame this on me!

I hope he gets hit by a car.

His consistent footsteps echo throughout the neighborhood. All the lights in the houses are off now. The children are tucked in their warm beds. Their parents lay quietly next to each other, both awake. Neither dare to break the "normal" silence. But, just down the street from that "perfectly normal" house. Lies a house not so…normal.

A little boy runs down the hallway. A small bear in hand, dragging against the floor. He passes his parents room, inside a dim light shines. He creeps by silently and continues to run as fast as he can down to his fathers study. Inside, his fathers crooked figure sits in a chair, a small desk lamp is the only source of light next to the computer screen.

"DADDY! THERES A MAN IN MY CLOSET!"

"I listen to you talk, but talk is cheap. Do you not realize you just wasted 30 seconds of my life?"

"But Daddy! Hes trying to touch m-"

"Stop contaminating perfectly good air with your nasty breath! Now stop bugging me! I have to work. Do you know why I have to work Todd?" He didn't wait for a reply from his son, "I'll tell you why. So I can feed you shitty food, pay for this shitty house and live this shitty life! Isn't that what you wanted from me?!" The mans hands were formed in fists and he was now shouting at the ceiling, "Its all part of your fucking plan isn't it! Its revenge for making out with that girl isn't it?! She wasn't completely dead when I did it!"

"Da…..?"
The man directed his attention back to the small child. His face hardened as he said,

"Go to sleep now, or the man in your closet might hear you."

The little boys hand gripped tighter onto the bears paw.

"But…"

"Why don't you go outside and play or something!"

The tiny child looks down and turns on his heels. He takes quiet steps towards the door. Looks back once more and shuffles his way to the stairs. With each step the carpet covered steps creak. He reaches the end of the stairs.

"Come on Shmee. Daddy said to play."

He stands on his toes, covered under footsie pajamas, as he reaches for the doorknob. His tiny hand grabs the cold metal and turns it. The hinges make a low growling sound as the door swings open more. The little boy takes his first tiny step into the night air. With bear in hand, he closes the door soundly, and continues walking.

Down the street, a thin structured man sits on the curb. His knees pulled up to his chest, his stick like arms wrapped around them. His chin rests on his knee as he breathes in slowly. With each exhale a puff of warm air appears before him. He closes his eyes as his thoughts are taken away.

You're such a pretty pile of flesh, Devi.

Her arms wrap around him.

Her skin felt like a burning sensation against mine.

Her palm pressed against his.

A flame against my cold hands.

Her hair brushes against his cheek.

A needle pushing its way through the palm of my hand.

A smile, a flip of her hair, her intoxicating scent.

Step. Step.

With his eyes remaining closed, he jerks his head to the side to listen to the night.

Step. Step.

Its that fucking Chihuahua again isn't it? I KNEW IT KNEW! I KNEW IT!

The footsteps come to a hault. A new sound is heard.

Almost as if someones breathing into my ear.

His eyes open and he is faced to face with large, watery eyes. The two look at each other for what seems like hours.

"SQUEE!"

The boy stumbles backwards.

"Hi-Hi-Hi Mr. Joh-Johnny."

"Whats a kid like you doing out a time like this?"

"My daddy told-told me-me to g-go out and play."

"Hm. Does he not know what kind of people there are in the world now-a-days?"

The frighten boy didn't answer.

"Doesn't he know how many people would love to rip off that soft flesh of yours and wear it like a jacket? Doesn't he know how many people are just dying to make your head into a bowl that they can eat cereal out of in the morning?"

The boys eyes began to widen even more.

"You're lucky you ran into me Squee.. Instead of someone else."

Lucky? I'm lucky? I'm surprised you're not killing me yet!

Nny cocked an eyebrow, took a deep breath and turned his attention back to his feet.

Here's my chance! Maybe if I back away quiet enough.. He won't hear me! On the count of three. One.. Two…Thr- does he look sad to you Shmee?

The small boy directed his attention to the inanimate toy.

"Wh- What- Why are you out here?"

Nny looks over at him and observes him. He watches the fragile childs' body shake.

"Just.. Thinking.. I guess."

"About what?"

Devi.

A puff of air appears from Johnnys mouth.

"Nothing really."

Squee looks over at him, his little body disregarding everything his mind was telling him to do and sits down on the curb next to him.

"Y-you know.. When I'm feeling sad… I tell Shmee why I'm sad.. And it-it makes me feel better."

"Hmm.. Yeah I see your point, Squee. That's what I usually do with that one guy.. The one that wouldn't stop begging for me to let him go…. So I stuck a nail through his neck and shoved a box of thumbtacks down his throat."

A large smile formed across Johnny's face as Squee inches his way away from him.

"So.. You wouldn't mind if I told you?"

The frightened boy shook his head frantically.

"Well… its about Devi."

"Wh-Whos Devi?"

"The only other person I could possibly ever feel for." Nny whispers.

"Wh-what happened?"

"I tried to kill her."

Squee tried his best to fake interest to cover up the panic raging inside of him.

"But I mean that in the nicest possible sense of the word."

Squee mouthed an "Oh"

"And.. I guess shes all I think about…."

The small boy tried his hardest not to let out an "aww," but once again his body took control. As his mind fought against it, his mouth started to form the word. But by the time the air escaped his mouth it turned out as,

"Eek!"

"What was that Squee?"

"Nothing."

"What should I do?"

"You should tell her that, Johnny."

"She probably hates my guts."

"You won't know unless you tell her."

"You know what Squee?"

Please don't kill me. Please don't kill me. Please don't chop off my head and place it on a board above your mantle piece.

"I think…"

Oh God.

"You're right!"

Squee exhaled a sigh of relief.

"I'm going to write a letter!" Johnny exclaimed loudly. He stood up placed one foot on the curb as if he was claiming land. "I am going to write a letter and win her heart again! Once I get you home of course. Come on Squee."

Squee didn't need to be asked twice. Going home meant getting away from this crazy man. Even if he was walking him home, being at least close to home before he was slaughtered to death was the slightest hope he could ever long for.

The two walk in cadence next to each other. Nny leads Squee to the door and twists the knob to find it open.

"Now go tell your parents your home Squee, I'm sure they'll want to know you're here." Nny whispers.

"My daddy doesn't want me home."

"Now why is that?"

"I dunno.. He's always sa-saying that I ruined his life and that I don't deserve to live. But I know he only says that because he loves me."

"Well Squee I-"

"What the fuck are you still doing here?" Squees father says from the top of the stairs, "Didn't I tell you to leave? And who the fuck are you?"

"Hello, I'm Johnny."

"Yeah, I don't really give a fuck. So why don't you take your boney ass out of here and take that pile of worthless shit with you."

Squees eyes begin to water and his lips begin to quiver. Johnny pats the top of his head. Squee looks up at him as Nny gives his an encouraging smile. Nny takes his hand off Squee and moves closer to the boys father.

"Get the fuck away from me freak show."

"Now now. I can't do that. You see. You're saying very cruel things to a very close friend of mine. And for that. I'm going to make sure you suffer!"

Nny smiles at the thought of ripping off his arms and shoving them down his throat. He looks back at Squee as a flood of sympathy washes over him.

A boy does need a father. Damn. Looks like I don't get to kill anyone tonight.

With that, Nny pulls a thick rope out of his pocket and wraps it around Squees fathers head. Forcing it into his mouth and tightening the rope until he hears a moan of discomfort. Squees fathers eyes widen with terror as he shakes his head frantically. Nny takes the rope and ties the mans wrists together. He pulls the man down into a chair and ties the rope around the whole thing until it is as secure as a seatbelt.. Or maybe a straightjacket.

Nny stomps his foot in between the mans legs, dangerously close to his "baby maker." Nny pushes his face closer to the shaking man.

"Now listen closely," Johnny snarls, "If I hear one more word out of you that is in ANYWAY negative… I will tear off your limbs, peel off your flesh and make you eat it."

Nny cocks his head to the side and walks towards the door. He places a hand on top of Squees head and as he exits through the door he says,

"Night Squee."

The wooden chair creaks from the sudden weight change. With a pen in his slightly shaking hand, Nny presses the tip against the paper.

Dear Devi,

I love you.
He scratches it out.

I need you.
He scratches it out.

I want you.
He scratches it out.

I miss you.
He scratches it out.

After moments of thinking he comes up with,

How are you?

I hope I didn't lose you guys : )

Please revieewww!

Tentomushi: Thank you, thank you : )
Invader Thorn: Eek! I'm sorry for that. I'm trying so hard not to make him OOC. Buts its hard! To portray him as like two totally different things.

Mrs. Terwilliger:Well I guess its just my take on how they met. We never really knew about how they met.. We just kind of met her. (Or maybe we did? I could possibly be wrong.) And this is just me writing about events that happened before Johnny tried to kill her haha.

Invader Johnny: I suppose so haha.

SunglassesANDunicorns: It's a very good thing. : )

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