I'm thinking back now... About Dally's death. So I'm writing something in his point of view, because my heart is currently broken and shattered and I'm hating so much right now.

"Stay Gold, Ponyboy, Stay Gold..." I hear in nothing more than a whisper. Ponyboy is crying. So am I.

"No, Johnny... Johnny please... Don't die..."

Johnny's dead. Dead. He's not coming back. I can't get him back. My Johnnycake... He was mine. Like my kid brother, or a son even... God, I hate kids, but Johnny... Johnny's not a kid. He's somethin' different. He's the only one I really care about. And it's my fault that he's gone. I could have stopped Pony and him from running into that church... My Johnnycake would have never been burned... He'd still be here right now. Stay Gold... that doesn't even make sense. You can't be a fucking colour.

It seems to have made sense to Pony, but I don't have time to bother. I gotta do somethin', man... I gotta get outta here... I gotta get my thoughts straight. I punch the wall but it's not helping... I still have that gun. It ain't loaded, but they don't know that. I break through the halls and out the door.

"You can't be here," a doctor tells me.

I point the gun at him, pulling the unloaded trigger repeatedly. "I can be anywhere I want."

And right now I wanted to be with Johnny.

I broke out to a grocery store. I looked dangerous. I still had some injury from the rumble. Perfect. I held up the grocery store. I wasn't gonna do nothin', the gun wasn't loaded.

But the man shot, and I felt it in my side. It stung. It stung worse as the cold night air shifted across it as I ran. I had to tell Darry. Meet me at the lot... Johnny's dead... Meet me there.

I already hear sirens. It's too late... The gang won't get here in time... I have to run. What else can I do? I start running but the fuzz wants to stop me. They begin shooting, more bullets piercing my skin. It burns and it stings... I drop to the ground. I get back up but fall again as the police keep shooting.

My body shifts my weight down the grassy hill. I hit the cold, hard pavement. It presses against my wounds and burns. I already see the light... I'm comin', Johnny!

I can hear voices screaming. Familiar voices. It's the gang, they're screaming at the police.

"Don't shoot!"

"It's not loaded!"

"He's just a kid!"

I'm dying... "Ponyboy," I try to say. I try to crawl to the gang... I can't. I can't move. I'm nearly dead here... But I ain't ready! I wanna be with Johnny but I ain't ready to go yet! Johnny wasn't ready to go... I hear the ambulance. They really fucking thing I'll live?

I can see it now... I'm sorry, the greasers are my family. I love them. But now I'm going to be with Johnny.