Just do it, the voice in her head repeated for the tenth time now.

This was no unfamiliar voice. This voice had been appearing in her head for nearly two months now ever since her parents kicked her out. But it didn't always say the same thing. It had many phrases that haunted her day and night. Everything bad that had happened in her life in the last year is what came into her head. Her parents kicking her out, and the other huge factor, her boyfriend dying. She knew the cause of death was in self-defense, and she wasn't mad at the people who had caused his death, she forgave them a long time ago. She knew he was drunk, just from hours before when she was mad at him, but for some reason- his death had started to bother her, a lot. And she didn't know why.

"Cherry?" a voice from the other side of the room called, gaining her attention. "Don't do this. Please, don't."

She turned to look over the edge, then back at her best friend, she started to get down to accommodate the request of her friend, but something went wrong. She heard a scream, then her own, and the next thing she could see was black.

-/-/-

"You've reached DX, I'm Sodapop, how can I help you?" he said, answering the ringing phone.

"Sodapop? It's Marcia, Cherry's friend, do you remember me?" she asked as calmly as she could, trying to jog his memory of the her and her best friend.

He nodded to himself. "Yeah, I remember ya… what can I do for ya?" He could hear her sobbing as the other line. "Marcia, what's wrong?"

"It's Cherry," she somehow managed to get out, "She's in the hospital. I'm sorry, I just didn't know who else to call."

His eyes showed worry. "Why is she there? What happened?"

"Just please get here!" she begged and hung up.

-/-/-

"Glory," Steve whistled as he reached out to her.

"Dallas," she faintly whispered, but in a sort of annoyed tone almost, and barely loud enough for them to hear her at all.

Sodapop smacked his best friend in the arm. "Would you knock it off?!"

Ponyboy looked at his older brother's best friend, "Yeah! You know Dal likes her."

Steve rolled his eyes at the youngest Curtis brother. "So what? It ain't like they're together or nothin'. She ain't even taken."

Two-Bit nodded his head a little bit to the group of Socs on the other side of the hallway. "Her Soc friends are here, there's a good reason to quit it!" he whispered, but yelled at the same time.

As Sodapop's friend's talked, he tried listening in on the conversation between the nurse and Marcia. "Concussion… lucky to be alive… amnesia…" was all he was able to get out of the conversation between the two. Marcia nodded at the nurse, eyes full of tears as they both walked out the room. ON her way out, Marcia stopped at him, "I can't take care of her… she wouldn't listen to me or anyone else."

He gave her a confused look. "What do you mean?"

Marcia looked down and did whatever body movements and facial expressions she knew to keep her eyes from letting out any other tears. "Just please, please… stay with her… take care of her… maybe she'll listen to you," she mumbled to him, barely taking a glance up at him to avoid any breakdown's.

Before he could say or ask her anything else, she walked down the hallway corridor and through the double doors, leaving the hospital. Sodapop stood for a few seconds looking at the door she walked through, then turned to look in the room of the red-haired girl in the hospital bed. She was still unconscious, her face was emotionless in her state, she was pale and she look fragile and hurt. He sighed, leaning his head back against the wall and closing his eyes for a quick moment. "What am I gonna do…" was the first thing that popped into his head.