PPOV

There I am, in the dark, dismal graveyard, among my beloved dead ones, among the beloved ones of others…of strangers. The dead, crisp grass. The only sense of color was the vibrant array of colors in the flowers above a stranger's casket in the distance. Thousands of gravestones going on for eternity, but only one stuck out. As I felt my heart pounding to the point that it felt like it could explode at any moment. It was him…it was Johnny. He was standing right there next to his tombstone, as gentle and peaceful as ever. He was pale, though, like all life's color had been drained out of him. He was just standing there examining me with a smile on his face.

The tears were running violently down my cheek. I missed Johnny; it was only yesterday that my mother was opening the door to the 2nd grade Johnny coming home from school. Now look at him, lifeless to the side of his own tombstone. Was there any true reason why Johnny had to die? What was the reason behind that? There was none. Ever since Johnny died the gang has been falling apart. Stevie won't talk to Soda anymore, and when they do talk to each other, all they do is fight. T-bone has been arguing with Darry. I've been dreaming about Johnny every single night since he passed away. Darry even brought me to a sociologist because I would wake up crying. That's when I lost it!

"Why'd you have to die Johnny? Why?" I yelled.

I waited for an answer…

"ANSWER ME!!!" I screamed again.

"I had to. You ask why. It's the same reason that you wake up in the morning, the same reason that you go to bed. You have to, because you have no choice." Johnny said.

His voice was as angelic as ever.

"I'm sorry Johnny, I'm sorry." I said

"Why?" Johnny asked.

Every time Johnny spoke I got a great pain in my gut.

"It's all my fault, you died cause of me."

"It's not your fault, Pony Boy. It just happened."

"You dying just didn't happen…, I should have protected you."

"You did Pony boy, you did."

"No I didn't."

"Yes you did. Every time someone would give me trouble, you would beat the crap out of them. Every time I got kicked out, you were there to comfort me."

"How are you?"

"How am I? My best friend just died, the gang is so close to splitting up, my life is like a living hell!"

"What's it like?"

"I don't know how to explain it."

"I have to go"

"Johnny, what do you mean you have to go?"

"I just do, Bye Pony Boy."

But before I got to say goodbye that's when Johnny vanished.

Thanks for reading! Is it worth continuing? Review if you think I should. ~Melina