Hi! I'm hannah! This is the first fan fiction I've published on here so if it's crappy, don't be super upset I've decided to write a fix mainly focused on Two-Bit and an OC, because you don't tons of those I may may write one focusing on the other boys and OCs but for now it's just this don't worry there's will be other Outsiders characters eventually
trigger warning: This chapter has mentions of self harm and abuse!
Unless you don't recognize it from the book/movie, I don't own it! That stuff belongs to S E Hinton
Emily had reached a new all time low. Before, it was that time she had used a knife to cut her hair without a mirror. She ended up getting a large gash on her neck instead. Now, she found herself in the bathroom of a drugstore, crying and holding a razor.
Her mom had beat her again, this time on the front porch where all the neighbors could see. Emily managed to escape, running as fast as she could and as far as she could. After she got too tired to run any farther, she stopped at a run down drugstore. She grabbed a razor from the shelf and ran into the bathroom of the store before anyone noticed and began doing the only thing she knew how to do when she was panicked.
Her whole body had gone numb and Emily had started to shake. She couldn't even feel as she slid the razor across her forearm. This happened all to often. It was a habit, what she did every time her mom got too angry, too drunk. Emily believed that the only pain she should be able to take is the pain she put on herself, not from someone else.
As soon as she lost track of how many times she had gave herself a cut, she stopped and threw the razor across the linoleum tile.
Emily didn't know what to do. She couldn't leave and go home. Her mom probably went out drinking, but it was to high of a risk. If she showed up covered in blood and tears, her mother would freak and beat her again for being such a pussy. She couldn't go to Patty's house. Patty was probably out with a boy getting laid. It was a Friday night after all. So instead, she stayed in the bathroom trying to clean up the blood till she ran out of paper towels.
The numbness in her body had began to disappear. Her arm hurt like a bitch. They had to have pain killers in that store, no doubt. And bandages too. But Emily had no money. She'd have to get them by stealing. Emily didn't like that she had to steal all the time, but she never had been caught. She never spent any of the money she got payed in hopes that she could save up enough to buy her own place to live instead of staying with her mom. Anything to get away from her mom.
Emily grabbed a long piece of toilet paper and tied it around her arm. She took a quick look in the rusted drugstore mirror, making sure she didn't look too distraught, and left the bathroom.
At this hour, the store was practically empty, except for the lonely worker who was dozing off behind the counter. This is good, Emily thought. If the worker was sleeping, she could easily sneak some pain killers and a Coke and leave. She made her way towards the pharmacy end of the store and searched for the pain killers.
She hadn't been looking for more than ten seconds when the sound of a bell rang out. To her left, the worker sprang up, fully awake. To her right, a boy walked through the creaky door of the store.
"Shit." Emily whispered, bending down and hoping to find the pain killers as fast as possible. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted that all too familiar packaging. She grabbed it and put it in her bra. There was no way anyone could get it there.
She got up as casually as she could and made her way to the sodas. Emily whispered some curse words when she was that guy that had walked in standing a mere 3 feet from the case. Still, she continued. Quickly, she grabbed a Coke and turned to stash it in her pocket when she heard the boy call out.
"Hey!" He said. She didn't turn around, hoping he wasn't talking to her. "Hey!" He called again.
"Shit, shit, shit!" She whispered
"Umm, girl, you're bleeding everywhere." He said. She turned. A trail of blood had appeared and made a trail back to the pharmacy aisle. She looked down at her arm. Blood had soaked through the one-ply piece of toilet paper she had on her arm.
"Ahh, fuck." She said.
"You know, there are these new fangled things called bandages. You should give them a try." Emily rolled her eyes.
"No, I'm good. I'll- I'll get some more toilet paper." She turned around and started towards the bathroom.
"You could just buy some."
"I don't have money." Emily replied shamefully. She looked back at the cashier, who had fallen asleep again.
"How are you gonna buy that Coke then?"
"Shit."
"You do like cussing, don't you?" It was true. Emily cussed quite often. "Look, I won't rat you out for shoplifting. Hell, I do it all the time." He looked her up and down. He payed special attention to her hair. "I can buy you some bandages if you give me that Coke."
"I'm not giving this to you."
"Let me have half of it."
"I could steal the bandages. It's not like Sleeping Beauty over there is gonna notice." He laughed.
"I like you. You're funny." Emily turned away from him and went to go get a roll of bandages. She didn't like this boy all too much. No. She liked him a bit. She like that he didn't rat her out. She liked his sense of humor. She liked how he was willing to help her. She liked how he didn't question what she was doing. And he was handsome.
Emily slipped the bandages in her pocket, waiting till she was outside to put them on. She made her way back to the the boy.
"Here." She said, taking that Coke out. "Have it."
"Nah. I'm good. I already have my own." He revealed the bottled from the inside of his coat. Emily smirked. She walked towards the exit. He opened the door and held it open.
"What's your name?" Emily asked as she took a swig of her soda.
"I'm Two-Bit."
"That ain't your real name, though?"
"Naw." He said, pulling out a cigarette. "My real names Keith. I don't like it all that much, though."
"I think Keith isn't all that bad of a name."
"I have my reasons for not liking it, but that ain't your business." Emily smiled. "I don't think I've heard you're name."
"Right. I'm Emily. That's not my real name, either. It's actually Madelyn, but I don't like that name."
"Well that's one thing we have in common right there. Our names." Emily nodded and took the bandage roll out of her pocket. She removed the toilet paper to find her arm still bleeding. She tried to wipe it away the best she could and wraped it back up. She could feel Two-Bit staring at her.
"Why do you do that to yourself?" He asked. She knew he was referring to the cuts. A lump formed in her throat.
"Family issues."
"Everyone on this side of town seems to have those, don't they?"
"Guess so." Two-Bit took a long puff on his cigarette and put it out.
"It doesn't seem like you're in much of a rush to get home, Emily." She nodded. She had no clue where she was going to go, actually. She'd end up at home, eventually, no matter how much she tried to stay away. A few pay checks more, and she wouldn't have to go back to that home.
"Hell, I have no clue where to go. I'll probably hang out here all night until work starts and head over there."
"Where do you work?"
"Some shitty ol' diner. Nothing special. You have a job?"
"No. I'm still in school."
"You look a bit old to be in school. I finished two years ago."
"I was supposed to finish back then. I'm just too damn stupid." He laughed at himself. "But ya know, I want an education so I can make some good money and buy my mom a nice ol' house with a working stove or something." Emily smiled. It was sweet that he cared about his mom. She wished she could, but she was just too hard to love. Too harsh and too obnoxious.
She looked up at the sky. He looked up too. "I'd better get going." He said. "I'm at the drive-in up by the lake tomorrow at 7:00. I could sneak you in with me if you want, seeing as you ain't got money."
"That sounds nice. I'll see about it." And with that, he left with a smile on his face.
I hope you enjoyed this! If you did please leav feed back on it and what you think I couldn't improve on! I'd appreciate it very much!