Warning for unbeta'ed fic. But this little ficlet has a tone that I like. Melancholy and gentle and sweet, and while it touches on suicidal thoughts it manages not to be gloomy. And there's a touch of hope at the end.
Following yet another evening of abuse at the hands - and words - of his parents, Johnny goes off to the vacant lot to ponder his life. Dally comes along and sits beside him.
A Child Called It, by Hummel_Gleek