Reflections - JTHM
Title: Reflections
Fandom: Johnny the Homicidal Maniac
Summary: If you stare into the mirror long enough, maybe you'll fall through. But your hand always hits the glass. Maybe, on the other side, someone else's hand hits too.
I've watched you since the moment you came to this place. Sometimes, at night, I listen to you talk. Most of the time, it's just noise, but it keeps me company. Not that I'm lonely. But I don't have a voice.
I don't know what loneliness is.
I watch when you press your hand to the glass. What do you want? Do you want to come to my side? You'd like it over here, I think. Maybe. I don't know. What does it mean, to like something? I think I like your voice.
I don't know how to feel.
When you're cut, bleeding, so am I. But I don't feel it. I don't know what pain is. What does it feel like? How do you describe feeling, to someone who has never felt? I see in your face every piece of the spectrum of human emotion. Happiness. Sadness. Loneliness. Despair.
But I don't understand.
If I could, I would ask you to cover me. I would just disappear, like I'd never been here at all. Is that what it feels like, when you die? I would like to die, I think. I don't think I can die.
Can you?
You would like it over here. There's nothing. No happiness, no sadness. No feeling. No pain. Nobody here hurts anyone else. We can't hurt. You would like it, that absence of feeling.
I think it's called 'peace'.
Inspired in part by staying awake until three in the morning and reading JTHM for two days in a row. Nny's greatest wish is to be released from all feeling, all desires. But what is life like beyond the looking glass? Is there really a world behind the mirror, a reflection of our own lives? I'd like to turn this into a fan comic someday, if I can ever get my crappy artist self in gear. I like cheese.
Fandom: Johnny the Homicidal Maniac
Summary: If you stare into the mirror long enough, maybe you'll fall through. But your hand always hits the glass. Maybe, on the other side, someone else's hand hits too.
I've watched you since the moment you came to this place. Sometimes, at night, I listen to you talk. Most of the time, it's just noise, but it keeps me company. Not that I'm lonely. But I don't have a voice.
I don't know what loneliness is.
I watch when you press your hand to the glass. What do you want? Do you want to come to my side? You'd like it over here, I think. Maybe. I don't know. What does it mean, to like something? I think I like your voice.
I don't know how to feel.
When you're cut, bleeding, so am I. But I don't feel it. I don't know what pain is. What does it feel like? How do you describe feeling, to someone who has never felt? I see in your face every piece of the spectrum of human emotion. Happiness. Sadness. Loneliness. Despair.
But I don't understand.
If I could, I would ask you to cover me. I would just disappear, like I'd never been here at all. Is that what it feels like, when you die? I would like to die, I think. I don't think I can die.
Can you?
You would like it over here. There's nothing. No happiness, no sadness. No feeling. No pain. Nobody here hurts anyone else. We can't hurt. You would like it, that absence of feeling.
I think it's called 'peace'.
Inspired in part by staying awake until three in the morning and reading JTHM for two days in a row. Nny's greatest wish is to be released from all feeling, all desires. But what is life like beyond the looking glass? Is there really a world behind the mirror, a reflection of our own lives? I'd like to turn this into a fan comic someday, if I can ever get my crappy artist self in gear. I like cheese.