Teardrop [<Johnny X Reader>] DISCONTINUED

ÇHÄPTËR ¹

"ÑËVËR TÓ LÄTË"

I  W A L K  D O W N
the street to an empty lot. My leather racer jacket hiding me from the elements.

"Well, I guess this is the end." I laughed dryly look at the heater in my hand. I put the gun to my head, my hand trembling on the handle. I was about to pull the trigger.

"Stop!" A boy's voice yelled. I look at the owner of the voice surprised then I turned angry.

"Leave me alone," I shouted at the stranger. I saw the hurt look on his face.

"Please don't do it." He begged.

"There won't be anyone missin' me." I cried.

"I-I..." He paused, "I would!"

"But you know nothin' about me," I said.

"Yes, I do we have some classes together and I-I think you're beautiful." He blushed.

"No, you don't," I said my voice cracking, "I'm not beautiful."

"Yes, you are." He said, "Even with the scars, they're battle scars."

"H-how do you know about them?" I asked glaring.

"I've s-seen them a few t-times at school," He replied, "and I-I can tell what your home life is like."

"And what would you know about my home life?" I glared.

"Because I have a similar one." He answered, my eyes widened.

"Your parents or..." I said stopping mid-sentence.

"Parents." He simply said. I walk up to him and hug him.

"I'm [Y/n] [L/N]," I smiled as we pull away from the hug.

"I know, gosh that sounded creepy." He said I giggle a bit, he blushes, "I-I'm Johnny Cade."

"Well see you around Johnny Cade," I said walking away.

"Well I made a new friend, probably won't last. Maybe I'll listen to some David Bowie, maybe Pink Floyd when I get home, then cry myself to sleep." I thought.