Johnny didn't say much the day of the eviction. He wondered ie he should go the Diary Room one last time to make a final speech about his philosophy. But what would he say? What was his philosophy? He'd wanted to do something specific by coming into Big Brother, he remembered that much. He just couldn't remember what that was. He thought back to the early days when he'd tried to pass himself off as a normal person. He beging laughing madly. He saw Emma staring over at him. "JUST LAUGHING AT ALL THE PEOPLE WHO HAVE BEEN MURDERED THIS YEAR" Johnny shouted over at her.
No, he had nothing to say in the Diary Room. Besides, going there would be admitting that he was scared that he would be evicted. Being the first evictee certainly wasn't the thing he'd wanted to achieve by going on Big Brother.
If he survived, he would change. Even unmedicated he could be likable. He'd had friends before, even when he was full Johnny Nose. Hadn't he? They tended to run away from him eventually and that wasn't an option in the Big Brother house. He'd just have to be nice to them for a while, he supposed. He could do that. He could be nice.
"GREAT BUM!" he shouted over at Todd. See, that was nice. Todd would appreciate that. And it was a great bum. "I'M BISEXUAL, BY THE WAY," Johnny shouted, but Tood was already gone.
The day went on. Finally all the housemates were called to the sofas to wait for the eviction result. They all sat there now, together. Johnny found it intimidating, having to sit next to all the people he'd insulted for the last few days. He suddenly felt very nervous. That wasn't something he felt often, or when he did feel it he'd just do something crazy to forget about it. Now he couldn't think of anything to do or say. He felt overwhelmed. He felt panicked. People looked at him from time to time and there was no affection in their eyes. He actually felt guilty, then angry at them for making him feel that way.
"Look," he said, eventually. It seemed like the announcement would never come. "Can I say something?" The words just came out. Gaz was sitting across from him.
"We've all heard enough out of you," he said. "Hopefully you'll be gone soon and we can move on."
"I just...I'm not a bad person," said Johnny. His emotions were going crazy. He felt so trapped. He felt so honest. "I'm just...I'm not normal. It scares me. I act out. It's the only way I can live." He looked around for support. Half of the housemates were pretending they weren't listening. "I'll be better after tonight if I stay, I promise."
But before anyone could reply, the voice of the host came on. She ran down the names of the three nominated housemates. Johnny heard loud boos when his name was read out. Then she said "the British public has been voting to SAVE two housemates and I can reveal that the housemate with the LEAST votes and therefore the first evictee is...LINDA!"
There was a groan from outside. No boos, no cheers, just angry muttering. They'd wanted Johnny to go. But he'd stayed. The British public often did that. They'd vote to keep the controversial characters in, to drive the other housemates crazy. That meant...they approved of Johnny Nose. They liked him.
"YESSSSSSS!" screamed Johnny at the top of his voice. "FUCKING YESSSSS!" He jumped up on the table and started dancing in celebration. "THEY FUCKDAMN LOVE ME! I'M KING OF THE WORLD! I'M JOHNNY FUCKING NOSE, THE GREATEST HOUSEMATE OF ALL TIME! FUCK THE REST OF YOU LOSERS! THIS IS MY SHOW, MINE, ONLY MINE! I WAS THE SPECIAL ONE ALL ALONG! I WAS RIGHT! AHAHAHAHAHAHA!" He then noticed Linda sobbing. She'd just been told she was being evicted and would leave the house shortly.
"You're a fucking disgrace," said John, standing up. "You act like a fucking child. No, worse! You don't deserve to be here!"
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" shouted Johnny, though he was actually a little scared by John's reaction. There was genuine anger in his eyes.
"STOP. FUCKING. LAUGHING." said John. Then he grabbed Johnny by the foot, sending him off balance. Johnny fell on his back on the table. He hit hard. The table broke on the impact. He was lying on the floor in pain. The other housemates were shocked, half of them trying to restrain John, others comforting Linda who was crying worse than ever now. He heard Big Brother calling John to the Diary Room. He saw that security guards had actually entered the house and were dragging John away. Johnny rolled over onto his side. He tried to stand up without help, as no one had offered any. He finally got to his feet. Most of the house were staring over at him in utter shock.
"They're going to kick John out because of you!" said Olive, who was crying.
"He...he attacked me," said Johnny.
"You deserved it!" said Jenna. "I'll fucking attack you too in a minute! Linda doesn't deserve to go and you don't deserve to be here! I'm fucking walking out if you're not kicked out."
"Me too, innit!" said Aiden.
"You went too far, Johnny," said Thomas. "I'm going too."
"You hear that, Big Brother?" said Jenna, looking up at a camera madly. "If Johnny isn't kicked out, we'll all WALK OUT!"
"Yeah!" said Olive, still crying. They all agreed with it. Not one person said they'd stay. Not one person said anything to defend Johnny. There was no going back now. No matter how nice he was, how sane he pretended to be...they'd all seen Johnny Nose unmasked. They weren't willing to live with him.
"Susan!" he said. "I...I should be on medication! I lied coming in, but I was okay for the first few days. You saw it! You saw I was normal! It's not my fault I'm like this! You're the smartest one here, you understand that it's a chemical imbalance! I'm a good man really. I like Battlestar Galactica! I even like Caprica! Lacy Rand, Susan. LACY RAND!"
She didn't look as angry as the others. He had gotten through to her, somehwat. But she wasn't going to defend him either. He recognised the look in her eyes. She just felt sorry for him, nothing more. "Johnny, do the decent thing and walk out," she said. "If it's true what you said about medication then you'll get the help you need on the outside. But you shouldn't be here. You know it."
"ALL I KNOW IS THAT I WANT TO GRAB YOUR TITS," said Johnny, bitterly. Fuck her. FUCK HER. "I THINK ABOUT IT ALL THE TIME." This had stunned everyone into silence again, when Big Brother made an announcement.
"Linda's eviction will take place right now. Linda, pease say your goodbyes."
They had to evict, she'd been fairly voted out. They all knew that. But the crying and the protests started again.
"IT SHOULD BE HIM, IT SHOULD BE FUCKING HIM!" screamed Jenna. Everyone started to help Linda up the stairs. She was sobbing uncontrollably. That was when Johnny got an idea. He took one last look at Susan.
"I'm sorry for what I just said," he said sincerely. She was crying too now. He then pushed past everyone else and ran up the stairs.
"What are you doing!" shouted Gaz. But Johnny could not be stopped. Linda was at the stop of the stairs now, waiting for the doors to open.
"THIS IS MY MOMENT," Johnny shouted. She turned round and looked at him in terror. Just the, the doors started to slide open. Johnny grabbed Linda. "MOVE," he screamed.
"Don't hurt me!" she said. He pushed her roughly up against the wall. He hadn't meant to push her as hard as he did, but he felt nothing as she slumped to the floor, hurt. What had he become, he wondered. But he couldn't think about that now. This was his moment.
He stepped out of the doors. They closed behind him, probably because Jenna and Gaz were running up the stairs to attack him. He was outside now, at the top of the stairway he'd walked up to enter the house, leading down to the stage where the presenter stood. And there was the eviction crowd too. There were shocked gasps when they saw him. They'd been expecting to see Linda. And he looked crazed.
There were security guards at the door and they looked ready to grab him. They must have just been learning what he'd just done to Linda. He had hurt her badly, he wondered now? It was like a delayed reaction. Suddenly he felt guilty. He felt such guilt. Not just because of Linda, but because of everything. He climed up on the railing around the area at the door to the house. He was really quite high up. He remembered one year a housemate had dived off the stage in an attempt to crowdsurf. But the point he was standing at was about three times as high as that. He wondered if anyone would catch him. He doubted it.
"I'm Johnny Nose," he said, weakly. Then he saw the security guards running for him. He felt defiant, again. "I'M JOHNNY FUCKDAMN NOSE!" he shouted. Those were his last words. He slipped off the railing before he could jump. And he had been right. No one caught him before the concrete met his face.
THE END