Post by JONATHAN ALESSANDRO O'CONNER on Apr 1, 2011 23:44:38 GMT -5
Johnny's cutting had seemed to stop since he went to, well, it didn't matter to Johnny what the place was called. It was hell to him. they would not let him anywhere near anything sharp, like they really thought that he would go and cut himself again. He only was sent here because his own mother wasn't sure what to do with him after finding him with an empty bottle of pills, trying to overdose. She was so stupid in his eyes. Really, like he wanted to he on this god forsaken place anymore. It was so stupid. he didn't want to be here, yet no one wanted him to die. Who would miss this twenty one year old? No one. At least, no one of any importance to him at least. but of course, they would never believe that, and if said that even once, his chances of getting out of hell would almost evaporate in front of him.
Clearly, that was something that he did not want to happen, so he was just playing a good little patient and waiting his time to get out of whatever the name of the place was called before he could go and try another way to kill himself, something clearly more effective. To why Johnny went to Target, well he wanted stuff. Stuff he could use back in his dorm. he wouldn't even go near the razors, though the twenty one year old needed to shave, he would have to do that under supervision and then they would go and take the razor away from him. Ugh. it was a pain in his ass, if anything. So, he took a basket in his hand, and walked around the large store, not even sure what he was going to do here. He could pick up some more dye, change the color of his mohawk to something, other then bright pink. No, he was not gay, or anything like that. He just wanted to be bright and out there, even if he was a slight asshole with a suicide problem. Now, he had met people in hell who were much more of an asshole then himself, so he didn't really count himself as an ass. Much more of a, pathetic loser who couldn't even kill himself.
He counted himself as a failure, he was not even able to do something to hurt himself, not even cause liver failure for god's sake. Ugh. Johnny sighed slightly. the young man was not more than average hight, standing at roughly five feet ten inches at the most. He was average, at least, in his opinion he was. He walked around Target, not really looking for anything, but more just enjoying his freedom on the island as it lasted. He didn't really want to go out to the clubs, as he was not a drinker. He grew up with his older brother being an alcoholic, and dying after driving drunk and crashing his car when Johnny was fifteen. That's when everything in his life changed. he was so close to his brother, and he was dead. And that changed him. Johnny started failing school, cutting, doing drugs. Though he stopped doing drugs when he was nineteen, seeing as he crashed his car and was thrown into the hospital and then into detox for a while. Which in itself was not fun.
Pushing his sunglasses over his head, he continued to walk around, not really even sure where he was going to find anything, as he rarely ever went into a target. He was much more of a Wally World kind of person, but for now, Target would have to work. It was less then obvious that Johnny was lost in all the confusion of everyone moving around him, in an unfamiliar place, with some people giving him weird looks for his blonde and pink hair. They will never understand. ran through Johnny's mind as people gave him weird looks as he just tried to even find anyone he even somewhat knew from rehab. You would think he would know the name of the place. Well, he didn't. Well, he never cared enough to even bother to learn the name of it. He had heard it a few times, but he never really.. wanted to know what it was called. It was just hell as far as he was concerned
tagged // open
word count // I'm lazy. its a lot. i know that.
music // breath carolina
notes // is someone gonna take this one up for me?!
lyrics // stiff kittens by blaqk audio
credits // oh, FORGET me not // @ Caution 2.0 <3
