He just sits there, thinking, pondering to himself and not paying anything else any mind. He dreams about all the fun times he had with his brother, but that was all so long ago. Now, pretty much everything that courses through his veins, is a flood of hatred and despair. The hatred is because of all circumstances that his family has went through and God didn't help, or so it seemed.
The despair is caused in part by that he can not do anything to help his family, and he punishes himself everyday for this weakness.
Murder seems so alluring to him. Blood would quinch his thrist, the hunger to numb his pain.
This dreamworld though, is still new to him.
Only having visited it a couple of times in the past, he only vaguely remembers the wonders of this colorful plain. The air hangs above with the sweet smell of rain intermingled with wild flowers that were just starting to blossom. The trees were all sorts of colors and shapes. The water was a deep purple with rose petals floating upon its surface. Rainbows decorate the sky. Birds fly over, singing their melodic songs.
Then as soon as Johnny entered the world, he was thrown out. Thrown out upon the curb, that his family calls home.
Johnny is astounded by this new, and wonderful enviroment. He wishes to live there, but he doesn't know if this feat can be performed. He sits and thinks a moment. Then his eyes pop open in exclaimation. Slowly he walks toward his mom's medicine cabinet.