Save me from my Demons | P.I.E Fanfiction

CHAPTER TWO - Slowly Losing It

| Johnny Toast's POV |

Pain raged throughout my body as the flesh wound Johnny had inflicted on me began to worsen. I winced in pain, holding tightly onto the wound, hopefully further preventing any more blood loss.

I looked up at the twisted grin of what was once my best friend. He was nothing more than an empty shell. If I had noticed the signs sooner, I could have got help for him.

"Johnny, snap out of this. This isn't you" I growled, hissing in pain as my stomach muscles caused more pain in the stab wound. 

The thing wearing the skin of my best friend looked down at me, his eyes were blood red and lifeless. 

"I already told you, you fucking British idiot" He growled. His voice, completely different to what I am used to. It wasn't bubbly or determined. There was a demonic twist to it. He was clearly pissed off at me. 

"I'm Jimmy Casket. Not this Johnny you speak off. Now be a good boy and sit there whilst the life drains from you. I've got some catching up to do with a few unfortunate victims" He said with a twisted smile, tucking the knife back into his hoodie pocket before exiting the room. 

I couldn't move. Breathing was becoming a more laboured thing rather than something that came natural. The pain continued to grow, blood was still coming out of the wound, just not as much as it originally was. 

I attempted to get up but instantly fell back down.

I hissed in pain, "Shit...If I don't get patched up quickly and catch up to him, god knows what will happen out there..." I thought to myself, looking at my blood covered hands. I winced in pain, sat there for a moment before hoisted myself up on the door frame. I kept myself held up, leaning against the door frame, trying to get my bearings right. 

I shuffled my way to the kitchen draw with the medical supplies stored in it. We kept it there because who knew what would happen in the kitchen. Johnny wasn't the best at cooking and would some how injure himself in the process. I opened it and took out a bandage, rubbing alcohol, cloth and a safety pin before slumping down on the floor, still holding onto the wound. My face scrumped up in pain as bending made the pain worsen.

"God damn it..." I hissed, raising my shirt up to reveal the wound. It was pretty deep, but wasn't too deep to a point where it hit anything vital. 

I took my shirt off completely to avoid it getting in the way before tipping some of the rubbing alcohol onto the cloth and gently dabbed on the wound. Each touch I hissed in great pain as it travelled throughout my body. I wanted to scream but I had to hold it in. I continued to dab the cloth on the wound and cleaned around it before wrapping the bandage around me, keeping it together with a safety pin. 

I threw my shirt back on and sat back, leaning on the cupboards behind me. I let out a deep sigh, preparing myself to get up. It wasn't advisable to move with a deep wound but I had to get out and try to stop Johnny-Jimmy- from doing anything that would get him thrown in jail. 

I propped myself up, still holding onto the wound as I used my other hand to raise myself up on the counter top. I controlled my breathing, puffing out like an athlete preparing for a big race. Very slowly I made my way to the front door, stumbling as I went. 

"Shit this really hurts.." I hissed. 

Stop complaining Toast, you have to save Johnny. Who knows what he will do out there?

I opened up the door and made my way out. How on Earth was  I going to find where he went? 

I had no idea where to start. Which direction to take. I looked both ways, thinking long and hard on which way he would go.