Scars | Johnny Cade Fanfic

7 - Loss

Triggers: Swearing

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"Darrel Shaynne Curtis." The principle announced over the microphone.

The audience clapped, as they did for all the other graduates there, but the gang was different. Whoops, cheers, hollers, and screaming went on for Darry, as he walked the stage to receive his diploma. 

"YEAH DARE-BEAR!" Two-Bit and Steve yelled, throwing the graduation papers out into the crowd. They both got a few stares from the audience, but they didn't care. 

The Curtis family was screaming his name, while Mrs. Curtis started tearing up and reminiscing about Darrel as a toddler.

Johnny stood up out of his seat, and started clapping as loud as he could. Dallas did the same, but stood on top of his chair.

The principle looked a bit shocked, and overwhelmed from the cheering that Darry was given, but chuckled after he saw an eleven year old boy (Dally) loose his balance, and fall off a chair, causing the boy next of him to laugh.

When Darry took his diploma, and gave a toothy smile, more cheers came from the same spot of the crowd. Their cheers were the loudest.

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Tru's POV 

Present Day; Monday, 6:15 a.m.

Johnny and I were walking through the sidewalk, as the streetlights lit up in front of us. He was perfect. That beautiful smile, those soft brown eyes, the way he made me feel safe...

He started to lean in, causing me to do the same. My heart was racing; I felt like it was about to pop out of my chest. His hand connected with my jawline, making me face towards him; we were just inches away, and time seemed to fly by.

Then, I woke up to my alarm clock, shrieking in my ear. BEEP BEEP BEEP Click...

I quickly turned off the horrible thing, not wishing for it to go on any longer. Damn it.

I sat up off my bed groaning, and turned on my lamp from across the table. I rubbed my eyes as they adjusted to the sudden light. 

I stayed on the side of my bed for a few minutes, knowing that once I got up, I'd regret it. Which I did. I started to mentally prepare myself for the day, knowing what events lied ahead. School. School. And more school. About five days worth of stupid high school until the weekend again. 

The bruises on my arms and legs started to throb, making me wince and lay back in my bed again. Attempt #2.

The morning air in my room was freezing, and my back was stiff from how I previously was laying on it. I shivered as I slowly got up; this time it was easier than the first. I started for my closet, picking out an outfit of my choosing.

I decided on ripped jeans, and a maroon shirt to go on top. It was a casual outfit. Nothing too fancy, but I wasn't really trying to impress anyone, so this had to do.

I grabbed my outfit and tip-toed down the hallway to the bathroom, careful not to wake up my father. I knew he wasn't in a dangerous mood, or drunk, but I just found it easier not to deal with him in the morning.

I put my clothes on the sink counter, and took a hot shower. Let me tell you - it felt amazing. I guess I hadn't taken a bath in a while. Ew.

When I was finished, I put my outfit on, and brushed my teeth. Then, I started to brush my wet hair in the mirror. Usually, I'd blow dry it, but that was way to much noise, and to big of a risk to wake up my dad, so I just towel dried it off, and kept my hair down.