A/n
This one is more on the sad darker side so- be warned hehe
TW: Death
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"Why did she have to leave us?
WHY, LORD, WHY?"
Johnny shouted outside of the church. Slamming his fists against the broken, moss ridden, sidewalk. Staring down, thinking about her warmth, her love, her lust. Whaling out as he covered his face with his hands, feeling his cold metal rings against his skin.
He brought himself up and thought about the moments before, the interview, how much he wasn't ready to talk about it yet.
"So Johnny.. you said you were at the uh.. the horse track yes?" The lady asked
"Yes uh.. I was waiting for Y/n by the bar, ordering us a uh.. a Jack Daniels and some other drink, she always went for the fancy drinks. Ah anyway, when I saw her over.. placing bids on the horses and what not, I decided I would just leave the drinks by our table. Leaving to the restroom, not even thinking someone could just mess with our drinks or something.. I came back and saw my wife.. shot on the floor.. At first I thought she was dead, and that my life was flashing before my eyes-" I rambled about
"'My life flashing before my eyes?' What do you mean by that?" She asked. I rubbed my cheek and stared down. "Well.. uh.. she is my life.. she's the reason I get up, I go to work.. so on.. I don't know what I would do without her.. Some guy in my early 20s that magically became an actor over night?-" I replied. We continued this back and forth about my experience without her until the broadcasting was over. Grabbing my leather jacket and bag, my thumb losely holding onto the strap of my back as I stumbled around the stone hallway like some lone drunk leaving a tavern.
Finally, I pushed the rustic door to the exit, the smell of Chicago smoke and oil rushing to my head. Hearing the traffic and chatter circle me, I pushed through the reporters and other people, using my bag to hide my face. Balling into my steering wheel, throwing my bag to the backseat. The feeling of morn and guilt rushing through my head, turning into an aching headache. My eyes growing hummid as I struggled to keep them open, I knew I couldn't have done anything to stop her being shot.
I just felt I should've fucking been there to do something about it.
I felt useless
..I should've died
Lost in his sorrows, Johnny quickly got up and wrapped his arms around himself as if it was her own, imagining how she would be able to comfort him. His crys turning into hysterical, psychotic, laughing, leaning his back against his car.
"You can't be gone... no.. my love... no.." He whispered to himself. His back sliding to the concrete sidewalk, resting his head against the car door.
"WHY, LORD, DAMN YOU, WHY? WHY DID YOU HAVE TO TAKE THE ONLY PERSON I EVER LOVED?" He shouted. Slamming his fists into the car door, resting his forhead over the open car window.
..beep
..beep
..beep
His phone buzzed, his weeping muffling it until he heard it. Slowly reaching his arm into the car, answering the call, not reading who it was from. "Hello..?" He spoke.
"Oh yes um.. Mr.Depp? Y/n's up--"
Hope.
God exists.
God did this.
I knew he was real.
Johnny stumbled up and banged his head inside the car as he ran to the other side. "SHE SURVIVED? I'LL KILL YOU IF THIS IS A GOD DAMN PRANK." Johnny shouted into his phone. Standing outside the drivers side, breathing heavily. "Now thats just sick, why would I lie about my daughter coming back? Watch your tongue, you." He replied.
Johnny stopped listening after that, ripping his car door open and turning on the car on. Speeding to the hospital, barely remembering to lock his car.
"Yes.. Y/n, Y/n Depp. I need to see her.. she woke up, yes?" He asked. Resting his palms against the front desk. "Oh yes.. room 148.. down that hall to the left-- You have to sign these first sir." The front desk asked. He briefly looked it over and signed his relation to her, sprinting down the hall to the room.
"Y/n?"
"Y/N!" Johnny shouted. Looking around, seeing no one around gripping the door in anger. Thats when he heard a flush, then a door opening.
"Huh, what?" Y/n said. Wipping her hands off and looking confused to the random shouting of her name. Quickly being met with the loving arms of her husband. "Oh., Y/n.. I missed you so much.. I love you so much.. Remember that, that I love you.. Are you feeling good? I swear to god if those doctors did anything to you I'm going to slit their fuckin throats with the amout of paper work I had to sign to see you." Johnny spoke through his teeth. Gaining a chuckle from her as she hugged him back.
"No.. I'm good.. I don't feel too bad.. Please refrain from slitting any throats." Y/n spoke. Chuckling as she kissed his shoulders and cheeks.
She was finally back
My Y/n, my angel...
She lives...
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HEHEHEHEHEH I HOPE YOU ENJOYED THIS LIL MINI IMAGE--
This is sadder than what I usually write, but inspo (or like whatever-- requested) was by Johnny_Depps_Slut
Love yall <33
-Angellllll
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