Johnny Monologue

“Johnny . . .” I begged, slamming one fist against the wall. “Oh, Johnny, don't die, please don't die . . .” All I knew to do was run, run far away.
Johnny is dead, Johnny is dead! He can't be dead! He was my life, my reason for living. All of the greasers knew this. Now that he is gone, what do I do. What is my point in life. There is nothing for me to do, to help, not since Johnny is gone. I have to point in living! All of these thoughts rushed through my head. I didn't know whether I was supposed to live anymore. I have nothing that can help this world. I just need to die. Not for me, for Johnny. Since he went I need to go. I ran over to the gas station and did the only thing that I knew to do. I stole everything in reach. I was grabbing