Disclaimer: I do not own Johnny The Homicidal Maniac or any characters I mention in this story, they are all property of Jhonen Vasquez and Slave Labor Graphics. I'll tell you when I suddenly gain enough creativity to make up my own characters. Ooh, and I don't own any songs that I mention either!!! Yay!!!
A/N: I thank the 2 people who reviewed my first chapter and they had good advice that I will take so, again, thank you very much. I can't believe anyone liked it…
A/N 2: Again, I don't know enough about Devi so if she's out of character don't bother to tell me just get over it or stop reading I don't get paid based on how many people like it, but then again, I don't get paid at all, so… umm, what was I doing? Oh yeah! The story! Ok, you can read if you still want to. Also, I think from now on these are going to look more like a bunch of diary entries, like, a few entries in one of Devi's days. Ok, now I'm done.
Mirrors
This morning I feel much better, but I still have no idea what I'm gonna do about Johnny. If anything, I'm even more lost than I was last night. This is really starting to get on my nerves. Wait, now that I think about it, it's been so long since I've been out, I don't even know if he still lives there. Maybe I'll go out today and run by there, just long enough that I can see if the place is still inhabited by anyone or anything. I just have always had the feeling that Nny was possessed by something in that house, he was fine until we were there.
Later…
This is so awesome! He's gone! I can't believe it! I'm just so happy right now! Well, except that one little part of me that loves him… Damn, now that one "little" part of me is starting to take over the big part of me that hopes he never comes back. Dammit, dammit, dammit! Well shit, this can't mean anything good for me, but now I want to go back over there and look around the house a little more. I really hope he's not still there, and yet I hope he is so I can try to help. If he's there, whoever finds this will know where to find my body. Well, here goes nothing.
Really, really later…
Well, I was right, he's gone. There's still one thing that's bothering me, though. When I was looking around his room I found his diary, or "die-ary", as he likes to call it, sitting in front of a shattered mirror. His diary was open to a page that read, "I stared, motionless, before the mirror. As always, I stayed until I'm convinced that there is no glass, nothing, separating me from the room I see on the other side. I imagine that everything is different over there. Better. There are people in that world that I would like. But, like always, my hand hits the glass. I know that if I'd only waited just one more second… Shit. I'm gonna go kill a party clown." That last part helped me find out why the clown I hired for Tonja's birthday never showed up (Tonja is really just a kid at heart), but the rest really has me worried. I think I'll go back there tomorrow. Something about the way that house was left makes me think that he didn't just pack up and leave.
Ok, that part's over! Yay!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Does anyone know where I'm going with this? 'Cause I don't!!!! Yay for making crap up as you go along!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I was listening to "Breathe No More" by Evanescence and it reminded me of that one part where he's staring at the mirror, so thank you Ami Lee!!!! Let's give her a hand everybody!!!!!! swells of applause come from every direction known to man, and a few that only the moose know of… sorry people, I'm really hyper and happy that I got this done so fast, but I will now shut up and bash my skull in to come up with an idea for the next chapter. Bye!