your mother had always mistreated you and johnny, she had a deep hatred for both of you, she’d hit, and cuss you guys out, leaving physical and mental scars.

you were sick of being the ‘ungrateful daughter’. you’d wish you were perfect for your mother, have a genuine bond with her, be loved by her, but you knew it would never happen. tears welding in your eyes as the tip of the gun kissed your head, you were planning on leaving this fucked up world, until johnny walked in.