"I don't understand.. I just don't understand."
"What's not to understand?"
"You would think that someone who never utters a sound would have any secrets."
"That's where you'd be wrong."
In these days, the only voice that Johnny hears other than his own is Nail Bunny, his obvious voice of reason.
He never really says anything, but in recent events, some questions began to arise. Like the weird girl from the coffee place.
"Johnny, don't you think she's a little shy?" "No, shy people talk. Even if they don't all that often, they still talk."
"Could it be that she's a mute? or that you scare her?'
"Please. If I scared her, she wouldn't bother being in the same vicinity as me. As far as being mute, that doesn't make any sense. She once almost said something, but then just, didn't." He twirled his hands and contorted his face gratuitously as though it caused him great discomfort to try to comprehend.
"Hmm.. what could she be hiding? Was she a witness to a murder? Taken a vow of silence? … One of those kinky freaks?" He shuddered at the thought that people partake in such oddities.
"I wouldn't spend too much thinking about it Johnny. It could drive you.. never mind."
"Nothing at this point will ever make me anymore insane than I already am. I am lucid however, am I not? So many people these days use mental illness as a fashion accessory, or an excuse for poor behavior. For example, someone will be extremely rude, loud and obnoxious, their reason? 'I have ADHD' which is followed by laughing it off and continuing to annoy everyone within the area. The fuck of it is, is that they don't' truly understand the struggle and difficulties ADHD victims have with living everyday life. They wouldn't understand the true horrors of not being able to focus long enough to live comfortably, can't drive, can't graduate high school, or even have a conversation with another person. Not to mention the expensive medication and the constant supervision necessary to ensure safety."
With that, Johnny continued to spew out words of self-induced wisdom for a while. Inadvertently droning out the rest of the world around him, until he looked at the time and realized that it was the afternoon, and that yet again he had rambling on for hours. He never stopped to notice that Nail Bunny wasn't responding.
He decided to not leave the house the rest of the day, after much ranting and raving, one needs to collect their thoughts at the risk of spilling ill-advised malice everywhere in the form of destruction.
Plus, it was a good day to catch on up some TV.
A couple days had gone by where he didn't leave the house. He spend his time inside just sitting and marinating in his thoughts, not even acknowledging the television. Part of it was thinking of how he was going to get little-miss-goth-mute to talk, the latter was about hobos and squirrels, those clever rodents.
When he finally decided to go outside, it was near evening time. Although the sun was still out, it was an orange color, and the weather was considerably chilly, with the impending fall coming about the corner. He walked by a high school, by this time the students have long been dismissed. However, you can always expect to see bum teenagers to just hang around like ne'er do wells. There wasn't a group, but a couple. Or so he thought. A very tall male, black hair with an fluffy asymmetrical cut, dressed up like a reject audition for The Crow, without the silly makeup of course. The other was a female about 5'2 and.. wait, that's that weird quiet girl. They looked as if they were arguing.. or really, he was just yelling at her, and she took it. She just kept looking at the ground, and the guy continued to shout. Johnny crept closer and quietly to eavesdrop.
"You're so fucking stupid, you know that? All I asked was to have a threesome with Minerva and you, and you made me look like an idiot. Maybe I'll just dump you and go out with her, at least she gives better head than you do, considering you never even tried? What's the matter little snowball? Life hard being a prude? Haha, you're so fuckin' pathe-THWACK!
She heard a thud, and looked up to see that her abuser was unconscious on the ground, and that her savior was the strange angry man who saved her from certain death. He wielded a broken off pipe, which he used to bludgeon the ingrate.
"I'm terribly sorry for that, but I couldn't stand his voice nor his incredible ignorance." The look on her face wasn't so much shock as it was worry. She squatted down to look the wound, and As if it were merely a scratch, she took another bandaid from her little backpack and stuck it on like a post it.
"How many of those do you carry? Are you always coming across bleeding people?" She stood up to pull up her long black skirt to reveal multiple scrapes and injuries covered by bandaids. It reminded him of little children who get hurt playing too rough on the playground.
"Lordy! Do you walk through fields of glass?" She shrugged and wiped her hands on her skirt. They stood there for a little while. While she spaced off in other directions, he studied her, never before did he take the time to notice her appearance. She had black shoulder length hair, she styled it to look like two little black wings that sat on both sides of her head. Her eyes were a dark gray, and her expression was almost fixated on a confused and worried expression, constantly looking like she had no idea where she was. She always dressed in long flowing black clothes, often looking like Elvira or some goth model, although she'd be a terrible one because she was short and didn't ever look serious.
After realizing they had been standing around a bleeding unconscious guy for at least 15 minutes, he took note that this probably doesn't look well. Not that he cared, he never got caught.
"We should probably go. Shall we at least drop him off at the hospital?" She shrugged, and her facial expression said it's not important.
"Someone will find him. Let's go." Before they took a step, his victim began to moan. Without even thinking, Johnny simply kicked him with his boot, turned around and walked away. The girl patted her abusers head, and hopped over him.
"So I'm going to safely assume that amoeba was your boyfriend?" He said. She nodded her head and let out a sigh of embarrassment. "You people and your parasitic relationships. I don't know much about them, or anything at all, but I don't believe such a thing can work when it only benefits one."
They drove on towards his favorite hangout, the precipice that looks over the city below. The whole time she just looked out the window. Still not making a sound.
He came to the conclusion that he will need to make it a point to find out if she's truly capable of conversing, hiding something, or really just a mute.
The sun was still setting, the sky was various shades of orange and purple, and the city below was starting to turn on their lights.
"Sigh.. The sun always seem so pretty going down. But, at least I know that I'll get the moon. The sun is pretty, but the moon is so beautiful. So pale and illuminating. The moon is my best friend, I go through so many sleepless nights with the moon. I can always tell it my thoughts, my opinions, everything. Because it's the fucking moon! It's not going to vomit back rude and hurtful comments at me about how skinny I am or how 'wacky' I look, or that I should run away with the circus, and that Hitler wants his haircut back or some stupid vile shit that people throw at me, just for me being me. What have I done to deserve that kind of shit? It confounds me as to how they think it's perfectly okay to heckle an innocent person, but again, how do they know whether or not I'm so innocent. They could laugh at me and in those few minutes, I could easily pull out a blade and slice off their lips without a second thought. And I'd be within my right to. Wouldn't I?" As he stopped, he realized that he was sweating with anger. He took his sleeve and wiped his face. And muttered about how human fluids are so disgusting.
Abruptly, he caught himself too late. He had said some vulgar things that could alarm a bail bonds agent. He quickly turned around expecting the worst. What he got was only a tilted head. To him, it was surreal as to how she was not phased or shocked at the barbaric ranting he produced.
Instead of feeling safe, he became vexed. She just sat there like nothing was wrong or disturbed. Johnny, without even thinking, stomped over and slammed his hands on both sides of her. She became noticeably panic stricken, eyes wide and hands pulled back like she was preparing to defend herself.
"How can you listen to me talk about slicing lips off and not even blink an eye? More importantly, how could you, or anyone hang around someone who constantly rambles on about how fucked they are, and you could give a shit? Are you another one of those people who enjoys hearing others suffer and wallow in their own misery? Maybe you're just spying on me to get my most personal information and secrets to bring back to your high and mighty little friends so you could torture me from the inside, and that this whole shy mute this is a ploy to get me to trust you. Well I don't buy it for one minute, you may think you're smart and clever but I'm two fuckin' steps ahead of you."
He then found himself on the ground, with the girl standing over him, breathing heavily as though she had just sprinted.
"FUCK OFF YOU FUCKIN' FUCK!" And sped off at an inhumane speed..
At first, he began to stew over the audacity she had to force him to the ground..
But she talked..