Jimmy watched from a distance as the odd, yet adorable family cuddled in deep sorrow. The sorrow they felt because of him. The heartbreak and grief the little girl felt...the feeling of abandonment.....all because of him. Jimmy took a step forward and placed a hand on top of Candy's head before talking.

"Candy....I'm...I'm so sorry. Your dads are right. Me being dead wasn't your fault. Hell, I didn't know you'd even exist in a matter of time! I guess I just don't know what the future holds...I didn't know anything. I had everything and I threw it all away. I didn't know Russell cared more about me than just a friend....I didn't know that Pinky was going to end up in Happy Volts.....and I didn't know that I'd be such a major influence on you: the daughter of the greaser king and his second in-command. You shouldn't be blaming yourself for MY mistake. You have so much life in you.....your dads have created a very beautiful little girl...your temper might get you in trouble one day, though. But still, Johnny and Larry created you.....two guys in love....they and a trusted friend created a very beautiful human being. I had the chance to be a dad...but things didn't exactly go my way. Now the woman that was carrying my baby is in Happy Volts...all because of me. And to think....I could've just ended things smoothly with Pinky instead of killing myself....me and Petey could've done the same thing that your parents did....I could've asked Pinky to be the surrogate mom for me and Petey's kid.....but no. I was an idiot and croaked.....Don't EVER kill yourself, Candy. Since you're Johnny's daughter, you're pretty much destined for greatness. And since you're Peanut's daughter....your sweet loyalty to your friends will do great things for you. I promise".

Jimmy removed his hand from the girl's head, hoping that maybe she heard at least a little bit of his advice. As he began to walk away, a piercing blow attacked his back. No doubt it was another message from that dead bastard that kept picking on him. Apparently this message was long because the pain never seemed to end.

You'd think Jimmy would be used to this kind of pain by now, but no. The horror of having words carved into his bare flesh STILL drew not only blood, but utter and complete agony. It was like the feeling you got whenever you'd get a tattoo, but twenty times worse. But he just assumed that it didn't even matter that it hurt him; he was dead on his own will...

Finally, after what seemed to be ten years of pain, the carving ended. His back was soiled in blood and his Bullworth polo was now soaked with blood. And even bigger inconvenience....how was he going to read the message? He might be dead, but that doesn't grant him the amazing ability to turn his head around to read his back.

Nice going, jackass...

Suddenly, Jimmy spotted a full-length mirror in the greasers' bathroom. He quickly made his way over towards the room. He turned around and lifted his shirt up. He turned his head far to read the message.

....lleW ?sey ,evol ot woh wonk uoY

ylbissop uoy naht retteb wenk eh....tacf nI .oot ,od yeht

?no evom nac eh taht was uoy fi leef uoy dluow woH .dluoc

?TAED-

Damn mirror.....

It took Jimmy about half an hour to be able to decipher the writing on his back. Backwards writing was probably the hardest kind of literature to read....next to anything other than English. But eventually, he was able to understand it. He let out an angry sigh.

C'MON! YOUR NAME IS DEATH! I'M NOT THAT BIG OF A FUCKING MORON!!

It was until then that Jimmy's mind went back into it's zone. This meant that he could see Petey. But the moving on thing....it frightened Jimmy to no end. Who could possibly love Peter Kowalski better than Jimmy Hopkins?

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Next Chapter.....PETER KOWALSKI!