Friday, March 17, 2006
johnny was an average school boy who had an average family.
he went to an average school and lived in an average house.
he was just a normal kid living down the block.
as he opened his room door to go to the kitchen, he saw dad watching the telly
and managed to pick up some words of the news being broadcasted.
there was another missing case.
danielle had disappeared last night.
she went for a party over at her friend's.
although she called her parents to say she'd be home by midnight,
she never did come home.
johnny returned to his room shortly after.
it would be no surprise to wonder what little johnny does everyday in his room.
cooped up and hardly ever leaving home.
he didnt have much of a social life since he spent most of his life in his room.
perhaps with his books.
as weeks passed, people were going missing at a rate that would scare anyone.
an emily had disappeared.
not forgetting an andrew.
there was also terrence.
clearly something wrong was happening.
someone's out there somewhere.
maybe johnny stayed at home so much now to keep himself safe.
his parents encouraged his actions since he was home most of the time.
there would be little chance for him to disappear.
johnny was a kind and helpful boy.
teachers praised him for being so caring.
he had always placed others' well-being before his own.
he must have been an angel sent by god to brighten the lives of those whom he knew.
in school, a classmate approached him.
"johnny arent you scared at all?",
"what for?"
"that person out there. it seems like he could be after anyone!"
but johnny wasnt afraid.
he never was.
he was the strong type.
the type that would stand his ground even in times that would send people panicking.
unfortunately, even little johnny disappeared.
along with him, was a girl heather.
this was a mystery, for johnny's parents clearly saw him coming home the previous day.
he went into his room, but never came out.
when johnny didnt come out of his room for breakfast the next day, his mom worried for him.
dad decided to break down the door.
and on the floor of johnny's room was a message.
im sick of giving the world everything i have.
im sacrificing too much.
no one ever does anything like that for me.
im done.
all that effort; blood sweat and tears.
and now i want it all back.
or maybe i'll continue being kind johnny.
i'll just take back blood.
sure, im an angel.
im an angel of death.
for you out there. alive and breathing.
dont think im done.
i'm saving you for last.
and that was the end of the message.
his room windows were open, and the curtains blew in the breeze.
of course, johnny always managed to capture people's attention.
thats why his message wasnt written with pen and paper.
it was some sort of thread-like material.
intricately cut out,
it was the veins from his victims.
etched at 9:39 PM