Johnny has passed away.
{ No. }
"You’re fucking with me."
{ Annie’s face is blank, but what you didn’t see was the erratic beating of her heart, the hot shiver that ran up and down her spine causing her to immediately want to puke. There was nothing poetic about what she was feeling, just a harsh reality of nausea and pain. }
"This isn’t funny."
{ She couldn’t show them just how broken she was — For that would show them just how much he meant to her. No. He wasn’t dead. He couldn’t be dead. That would mean that he wouldn’t answer his phone, wouldn’t text her back — Wouldn’t kiss her, wouldn’t mumble secrets into her ear, wouldn’t hold her close and tight. }
"No."
{ She didn’t feel any tears come into her eyes, the shock of it all still causing her to feel so fucking raw. }
"Where is he? Where’s Johnny?"
{ He wasn’t dead. She wouldn’t allow it. Annie would allow a lot of things — She would allow herself to be tormented in school, she would allow herself to fall in love with a Greenberg. But like hell she would allow him to be dead. Here’s where the quick breathing kicked in, the lack of oxygen flowing to her lungs causing the girl to sway slowly from side to side. }
"Where the fuck is he? Where’s Johnny?! Where is he?!"
{ She was screaming — But her voice still sounded far away. What did you do when your whole world was not only pulled away, but torn apart? She just screamed, backing away and holding onto her stomach as if the entire contents of it were going to spill out. }
"Where’s Johnny?"
