Shattered Glass

Hello Everybody! This is the SEQUEL of my story: One by One. The title is inspired the song: Shattered (Turn the Car around) by OAR. (I do NOT OWN). Lol Thank you for all the support from my first story (which if you are reading this and did not read the first story, I suggest you do! I DO NOT OWN THE OUTSIDERS CHARACTERS! S.E. HINTON ONLY HAS THOSE RIGHTS!

Chapter One: Traumatized/Problems

The wind tussled my hair and the November air didn't bother me at all. It was chilly I guarantee you that, but it wasn't enough to bother me. The grass shimmied back and forth but in my eyes it looked brown, dry and dead. I swallowed hard and felt hot tears sting my eyes and wiped them away quickly. The atmosphere at the Local Tulsa Cemetery was silent and disturbing, with only the cold November wind blowing.

I looked down at the grave in front of me:

Sodapop Curtis

A loving brother and dear friend

Born: October 8th, 1949

Died: May 17th, 1966

May he rest in Peace

I felt the tears slowly fall and touched the grave gingerly. I shook with quiet sobs and gathered a shaky breath. Why did my brother have to die? Especially from a psycho killer who lost his mind and just decided to murder my friends and family one by one.

"I miss you Soda.." I mumbled quietly knowing he couldn't hear me. Maybe he could, but likely couldn't. I always believed whenever I talked to the gang and visited their graves they could somehow hear me from up above in heaven. Darry told me they were in a better place, but I didn't believe him. How could they be in a better place when they didn't even deserve to die in the first place? I sniffled and wiped my eyes on my arm.

Darry was probably expecting me to be home, since the sun was setting. I kicked a rock as I walked home. It had been six months since the deaths of the gang. Darry and me were doing fine on our own, but it was difficult without the state being on our backs all the time, trying to take me from Darry. It was stressful. I walked up the porch steps and inside, where Darry was cooking dinner. The house was quiet like usual.

I didn't even bother announcing I walked inside and just went to my room. If Darry would freak he could freak out. I would just pop out of my room and he would probably have a heart attack and lecture me why I didn't say I was home. I would only shrug.

"Ponyboy?" I heard Darry's rough voice call out to me; I had been sitting on my bed reading Gone with the Wind. I looked up from my book and sighed,

"In here, Darry." I said loud enough for him to hear. I heard the shuffles of footsteps and Darry walked on in my room. His hard expression wasn't on his face like it used to be, instead he looked stressed but had a calm, soft expression.

"You okay?" he asked seeing me just reading. I shrugged.

"Guess so." I said. Ever since my friends and brother died, I had been having nightmares and hallucinations about the guy popping out of nowhere, stabbing me or even Darry. I had been taken to the Doctor and we were told it was due to traumatization and depression. The doctor gave me medicine, but it wasn't helping me much.

Darry sighed and walked in my room, sitting on my bed. He patted my leg.

"Were you at the cemetery today?" he asked cautiously. I didn't meet his eyes but nodded.

"Yeah…" I mumbled and looked at my book, pretending I was reading it. Darry hated it when I went to the cemetery a lot. It made my visions and nightmares worse. Darry sighed but shook his head.

"Pony you know I hate you goin' there. Especially a little too much." He said eying me carefully. I rolled my eyes slightly.

"I'll be fine." Darry only shook his head.

"Well, dinner's ready. C'mon." he said getting up and heading to the kitchen. I nodded and set down the book before following him. Dinner had been quiet, like it was every night. Darry and I would exchange a glance once and a while, but other than that we quietly chewed our food. I finished up eating and set my dish in the sink.

"I-I'm gonna retire early…" I said and Darry looked at me carefully before nodding.

"Okay, night kiddo." He said and I nodded, mumbling a 'Good night' and heading to my room. I changed into some pajamas and lay down. It wasn't the same without Soda lying down beside me, having his arm wrapped around me, protecting me and letting me know I was safe. I swallowed the knot in my throat and tried not to cry. I did that a lot, too.

"G'night Soda." I said pretending he was there beside me, hoping to get an answer.

But all I got was silence.

A/N: Any good? Please give reviews(: And if there are any grammar mistakes please dont make a note of itxP I already know when I make mistakes I'm just in a rush... :P