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Today I stood and watched the sun rise. It was beautiful how the gold mixed with the blue. Now I know what pony-boy meant when he said nothing Gold can stay, eventually it fades away. Like as a Child learns new things and gets older, they forget the old things that at one time seemed so important when she was younger. Like long walks on the lake beach. Hand in hand with their father, whose face is now nothing but a blur?
There is nothing left in this town! Johnny is lying dead in that hospital bed three wards away, because I wasn't strong enough to help him. He was only a kid man. How could someone whose supposed to be our god do that to a child??? So much for a greater life, my mom was right. I'll never amount to anything important, just some greaser punk. God. I'm just not sure anymore.
I walked into the Grocery store after holding a gun to a paramedics face. I have no idea what was going on with me. Everything flashes like a blur. At first I'm just looking through a magazine, then the store clerk starts bugging me. I rip out a piece of paper and then walk over.
'I've had it with you guys; thinking you can come in here acting like you own the place.
It's disrespectful!' He yelled as I put the gun in his face and laughed. Stupid old man.
I took the money and ran. I ran towards the park where just hours before we'd had a fight. I ran to a payphone and called Soda pops house. Steve answered and I had him put Soda's older brother on the phone. "Hello? Dallas where are you?" He asked sounding concerned. "I'm in a lot of trouble man. I've been shot at, And I stole some money. I'm going to the park. I got to go, The cops are here." I said as I heard sirens coming I ran away leaving the bag of money and the phone still of the jack.
I ran to the park, where the cops stopped me. My mind was racing I pulled out the empty gun and pointed at the cops. They yelled at me to stop but I ignored them then I heard Everyone coming and I ran toward them. The cops opened fire. I felt the bullets going through me and before I knew it I was on the ground. Pony-boy ran up and got on his knees next to me. "Dallas, no," He cried. "Pony-boy, Stay gold." I gasped out then I let the last of my breath out, and died.
Life has a way of sneaking up on you and surprising you. I always thought I was invincible. Like nothing to scratch me. But now I'm lying six feet under, and I'm just now realizing that I'm not indestructible. I'm only human, nothing special. God, I was foolish, I wasted my life trying to be the best and greatest greaser I could be, and all it got me was sixteen bullets in the back and my favorite pair of jeans covered in blood. God, I'm stupid. But it's okay now, I'm in heaven with Johnny, we watch the sun rise together everyday.
We watch Pony-Boy live his life. We laugh together at all the blunders that he goes through. It's sad that neither of us is there to help him through, but He has his brothers and everyone with him. He's no longer a greaser, but he's no a soc's either. He's just a normal kid, living his life to the fullest with his life. I wish I was there to help him through the tuff spots, but I know he'll be okay.