Title: Johnny's Whale
Word Count: 359
Emptiness is loneliness, and loneliness is cleanliness and cleanliness is godliness, and god is empty just like me.
God.
Whatever he did or didn't do, people brought it back to that. God or the Devil. According to most of the world that believed he could do what they'd heard in the papers, one of the two was responsible for this gift/curse that he'd been infected with.
Johnny never wanted it.
He lost five years of his life.
He didn't want to come back to the world again to be the freak so that everyone could stare, so they could send letters, so they could believe or not believe or think he was doing this for his own sick benefit. He never wanted to promote the kind of thinking that in the end ruined his mother but he wasn't given a choice. No one said. Johnny, if you come out of your coma you can change the world at great suffering to yourself or you can die which is where this is all ending anyway.
No, he just was. He was a psychic. He was the only one that shook Greg Stinson's hand and knew that that man would be responsible for the deaths of millions.
It's the kind of knowledge that makes a person very alone. Everyone else sees Greg Stillson's smiling face and think he'll change the world for the better. They're happy to elect him, to put their vote in for Greg Stillson, the man. The man who is different than all the other politicians.
It's the kind of power that makes a person very alone. People are afraid to touch him or they want so badly to touch him but never because they care about him. It's all about what he might see.
And he lost Sarah. He lost his students. His mother is dead. There's nowhere to go. He gets headaches everyday that force him to lie down for hours. His obsession with Greg Stillson is endless and consuming from that one touch and vision of destruction.
Don't run from Him, Johnny. Don't make Him send a whale after you, too.
What his mother didn't understand was that God had already sent the whale and Johnny would die in the belly of it.