Yes, it was a man. Someone who, until death, was a very nice man. A guy I loved, a guy I could look up to. We were the best of friends, and were together for about a year before he snapped, like Johnny. Death was inevitable, after being stabbed in my brain -literally- and getting buried, right below the place Johnny now lives. Thrown in a shitty grave isnt exactly a "peaceful" burial. I know, odd, but apparently being stabbed in the head wasnt enough for me! I have an earthly duty to...save...psycho people, I suppose, although, I dont really consider Nny psycho. Hes unique, thats all. Often times the crazy ones have more wisdom than the "normal" people.
He took advantage of me. Cut up my skin, then had his way with my body. Stabbed me in the head, now I'm dead. Obviously it didnt do my mental health any good, but, hey, I dont want to see Nny ending up that way. I already saw what he tried to do to that one woman. "Idiot..." A worm wriggled past my ear, and made me shiver. I sighed, thinking about what to do next. Everything seemed to hit at once when I faded down into the earth, memories striking like a hurricane hitting trees. My mind was already a spiral, so what would it matter if I just went a bit deeper down. "No, I need to help him..." I stuttered, wondering where he was.
I faded back up, out of the earth and onto Nnys front yard. My physical body formed, and my small feet touched the cool ground. It was nighttime now, the stars twinkling brightly above me. In this town, the darkness was a pitch black, blues and purples of the sky seemingly non existent. That makes me wonder... what time it was? Not realizing how late it was underground, I cursed under my breath. "At least he doesnt sleep." I walked quietly into Nnys house, looking around for a moment, then seeing him attempting to paint on a large blank wall -not the monster dwelling wall, just a regular wall- with large brushes and an assortment of acrylic paints. Sharp fangs grew from the wall, claws too, and the thick paint created a rich looking picture. It was beautiful. I glanced from the painting to the stick-like boy standing there. A frustrated look was worn on his face, and Nny growled angrily, violently thrashing paint onto the wall. "Why cant I fucking paint anymore..."
"You lost your soul to a monster." I stated, simply, making Johnny drop the paint brush. "You probably are the monster, now." I said loudly, venting my anger out into the air. I stood next to him, admiring the creature he painted on the wall. "You paint wonderfully. Is this your monster?" I stared over at him, looking Nny straight in the eyes. Pain was clouded in his dark eyes, and he was clenching his jaw. "I am not a monster. This is though-" he stopped, searching for words "this is the monster that took away what was mine."
The fresh paint was dripping onto the floorboards creating an eerie rythm, and shutters of pain and disgust rippled through Johnnys body. "I give up. I cant fucking do this anymore, I am not a toy. I am not just some pawn, I am myself. I am so tired of all of this." Tears slowly dripped down his face, and I stared, shocked at the sudden emotional outburst. I've seen him upset before...but I've never tried to comfort him. I was just a spectator at first, too depressed to do anything.
Then I decided. "Stab me, torture me, or skin me; I dont care. Yell all you want, but I am going to make things better." I then hugged Nny tightly, crying quietly. We stayed that way until the sun rose.