Sodapop opened his eyes. His deep chocolate brown eyes melted into confusion. He looked around, trying to recognize his surroundings. Everything in the dark woods was deathly quiet. It was as if God decided to take that little section of Earth and silence every living thing in it except him.
Soda's heart pounded loudly. The frightened sixteen-year-old stood up and took a step forward, hoping he would hear the leaves crunching under his bare feet. To his relief, he did. The his breath came in short, quick intakes as he coughed and clutched his stomach. Pain overtook his side, and blood flowed. It soaked his light sky blue shirt and the edge of his dark pants. Memories flooded back into his head of what had happened before he had been stabbed.
Gasping at the painful thoughts, he stood as fast as he could without falling again and took off through the woods, breathing heavily. He ran recklessly; dogging and ducking underneath trees. He had to escape. He had to get out before… before…
"Hello Curtis. Its been a while," said a voice.
All in one motion, there was a crash, a scream, then silence.
_two weeks before_
"Soda!" Said an angry voice.
Sodapop looked innocently towards the door
"Again? In case you havn't forgotten, this room does belong to other people, not just you!" Ponyboy Curtis stood in the doorway, glaring at him, but soon he was laughing at Soda's innocent face. "Sometimes I wonder how we're related."
"What's going on you two?" Darry's head poked into the room, saw the paper scattered around the room, and nearly ruled his eyes and shook his head.
Soda laughed at his brothers, who began bickering, and lapped out of bed.
"Well," Soda snickered, "I'm off!"
"But Soda!" Ponyboy's voice trailed down the stairs, "The room!"
Soda stuffed on his sherpa and laughed before yelling up the stairs, "I'll do it when i get home!"
He didn't come home though. Not that day, or the day after. Not even after weeks and month was Soda seen again.