Ever since Soda died in Vietnam, Darry changed. I mean, we all changed but Darry... He's colder. I cried of course, and I'm not over it. I loved Soda more than anything. But, I've never felt uncomfortable around Darry until now. It was a dark, starless night. I was reading Lord of the Flies silently on the sofa as the radio played Sympathy for the Devil. I wasn't digging this book too good so when somebody walked through the door, my head snapped up. I felt bad because I half expected to see Soda, but then the cruel truth reminded me I'll never see him again. Darry stood by the door, taking off his shoes. I watched as he walked to his recliner and sat down, not even showing he knew I was there. I sighed and was thankful for the music being on, suddenly, I noticed it got louder as Darry stood by the radio. It hurt my ears but I didn't say anything about it. As long as it wasn't quiet in here. I threw my book on the couch and leaned back, just enjoying the song. Out of nowhere I felt cold, strong hands wrap around my neck, with wide eyes I looked up and saw Darry on top of me. I tried to gasp but my airway was suddenly stopped by his grip. I felt hot tears stream down my face and I tried screaming but the music made me impossible to hear. I looked into his eyes and saw insanity. Plain, cold, insanity.
"Don't struggle, Ponyboy." He said, his voice ruthless and calm. "You'll see Soda and Johnny and Dally and Mommy and Daddy." He said almost convincingly. I tried to pry off his hands but I could feel my body weakening. "It's almost over." He said softly, getting harder to hear. As I started to drift into darkness I heard the song, still blasting.
"...Just call me Lucifer cause I'm in need of some restraint..."
When I woke up, I looked around. I was in the same spot I was before. Sympathy for the Devil was playing on the radio and when I looked down, I saw Lord of the Flies in my hand. I bit my lip and looked around, I must have been asleep. Suddenly, somebody walked in, it was Darry. He took off his shoes and made his way to the recliner. I stared at him in shock and slowly put my book down. He got up and turned the radio louder and I could feel my heart almost pop out of my chest. I quickly jumped up and ran to my bedroom, slamming and locking the door.
I wasn't ready to die today.