Little Johnny

Teenage Memories-Casket

13 Years old,2016,September 13th
Middle school

Jonathon looked out on the lake, the leaves cracking behind him. He knew he shouldn't do it, but his mind was made up. Three boys, either thrice his weight, twice his height or vice versa began to laugh at him or say something about him that was false.."Look at him, He's so lonely, Aren't you little Johnny? " The largest of the group said menacingly. Jonathon gripped the knife in his pocket. He couldn't wait to shove the knife into Craig's stomach. Craig, the shortest, still taller than him by inches walked towards him."When we walk to you, We expect an awnser." Craig grabbed him by the shoulder, and as he did, the boy turned and shoved the pocket knife through his stomach. Craig fell to the ground, tearing up with pain. Jonathan looked at the two and smiled." ." He chanted. He laughed menacingly as the two began to get angrier, but twice as scared. His crazed blue eyes seemed to stare into their soul. He jumped off the bridge and into the water four feet blow him. From there he ran to his home, not looking back.

Highschool

Jonathon walked into the school doors, escorted by a police officer by the name of Malhoney. It disgusted him really. Who names their child that? That feeling you get when everybody stares at you with fear and some shy away from your gaze while some look up to you. Some hate it, but that's all he felt. But the thing is... He loved that feeling. One person who looked up to him was his very best friend, Toast. He smiled at him as he walked past the slightly emo haired boy. Then there was Craig. Craig looked him in the eyes as a dog would challenge another for leadership. Theboy had received 5 stitches, but he wanted to tear him apart. He nodded to his challenge and dropped a note on the floor. This is when shit got real.

That night, at the bridge, Craig,Skinner and Brute came face to face with the crazed teenager. He was sitting on the railing of the bridge, legs crossed."Hello Gentlemen. Or should I say Ladies." He snickered. A three of the brutes pulled out knives except for Skinner, who brought a 30 mm pistol. As he fired he began counting in his head.
One.
He grabbed Craig and stabbed him through the eye. As he did, he removed the knife and stabbed twice more in the stomach as he fell limp.
Two..
Three.
The bullets missed him but one hit Craig's body in the shoulder. Brute lunged at him with the knife, creating a gash on his left cheek."One by one,"
Four...
Five.
Two more bullets fired, and in sync two more stabs in Brute's chest. As he stabbed the boy once more in the skull he left it there.
Six.
He grabbed the gun and snapped his arm twice. The boy howled in pain and Jonathon just chanted."One by one, I will cut you off, blood and all on the pavement." He laughed as he ran and grabbed the knife out of Brute's skull. He sprinted home, to find the sad, messy, father he had loved."Do you realized what you have done?