(PPOV)
As you already know, my name is Ponyboy. The last few months have been a living Hell. The Gang split up after Johnny's death. It's just Darry, Sodapop, and I now. Darry still has his painstaking job along with the new college courses he's taking. I bet you're wondering why it is so hard for me. Well…
After Johnny died I had no one to talk to. I would spend hours just sitting in bed listening to depressing songs on my IPod. Soon enough Darry caught on and gave me two options. Either I go join a club or sport or I go see a psychologist. Of course I picked going out for a sport. Everyone who joined clubs at my school was labeled for life, and that's the last thing I needed. And I would never go to a psychologist.
I went to tryout for baseball and made the team. Our team won game after game; plundering every team that stood in our way. Our coach was good and his son just as well. We were playing the Panthers. The score was fourteen to ten and we were winning. Coach put me in the outfield 'cause he knew I didn't want to play. Number fifty three was up. The pitcher was throwing practice throws when I heard...
"Is it fun?"
It was a little boy about the age of eight. He was just standing there all alone with his fingers clenched to the fence.
"What?"
"Is baseball fun?"
What was I supposed to say? I couldn't say no. What if he wanted to be a baseball player? That's one of the bad things about little kids; they believe whatever you say. They haven't developed their own opinions yet.
"
"Yeah, its fun, I guess."
"Cool"
"Who's your favorite baseball player?"
"I don't really have…"
That's when it all went black. I woke up in the hospital two weeks later. Darry was sitting in one of the chairs next to me. I tapped him on the hand.
"What happened?"
"You got hit in the head with a baseball."
"Frick'n kid."
"It wasn't his fault. You should have paid attention."
"I didn't even want to play baseball."
"You needed it."
"I need this?!"
"You know that's not what I meant."
"I'm going back to bed."
"You're here till tomorrow morning, just in case you're wondering."
I slept through the night. I woke up the next morning to a familiar eight year old standing by my bed.
"Hello"
"Ah…hi."
"I'm…sorry."
"For what?"
"I…did this…to you. Didn't I?"
"No, the ball did."
"O…ok."
The little boy left with his mother after talking to Darry. Darry had to explain to him that it was my fault for not paying attention, because the little boy was crying. Come to find out, his name is Ben and he only lives two streets away. Darry mentioned that it was very nice of Ben to visit me.
I went home that morning. I was put on bed rest for two days. The doctor said that if it hit any harder, it could have killed me. I sat on my bed for an hour listening to my IPod. I took out my head phones so I could take a quick nap before supper.
As I put my head on the pillow, I heard rattling in my closet. I got out of bed. As I walked to the closet the rattling turned into banging on the closet door. As I opened the door I saw…
Hey guys. Here's a new story for you "Outsiders" fans. What/Who do you think is in the closet? Pm me your guesses if you'd like. Review please. Thanks a bunch! ~Melina