A/N: Hi. So this is my first Outsiders oneshot so please just tell me what you think, good or bad.
Disclaimer: I do not own the outsiders or any of its characters.
I sighed as I looked at my younger brother. He hadn't been the same since our friends' death.
"Come on,Pone. Please at least try harder at school?" Darry was almost begging. That showed how bad this was.
"Why should I? Neither of you did," he said coldly. He didn't remind me of either of our parents in that moment.
"Why are you acting like this?" I asked, tears in my eyes.
"I'm tired of this!" Ponyboy shouted angrily. His eyes seemed cold, almost dead.
"Sick of what?" Darry asked in a warning voice.
"Living!" Pony shouted as he ran out of the house. Darry and I stood there in shock. What did he just say?
Now, I realize why I seemed so scared that night. I realize who he reminded me of. He reminded me of Dallas Winston.
Hours later, Darry and I were in the living room waiting for Pony to come home. We had planned to talk to him, show him we were there for him. We never got the chance. At nearly 10 o'clock, the phone rang. It was the police. Pony had robbed a store with a gun. He had then pulled the gun on the police. We knew instantly he had acted on his earlier thoughts. And unfortunately for us, luck was on his side. People could ask me what it was like, those first few weeks. But I honestly don't remember. I was dazed. I was in denial and then shock. The day of his funeral, it hurt to realize he had so many people that cared about him and he didn't realize. He'll never realize. It's sad to realize my brother went out young and desperate when he had so much going for him. It's sad to realize that's how I'll go out. But this is the only way I can go. Following my brother. The truth is I can't live without him.
Guys, please realize this'll make me happy again. I haven't been that in a long time. I love you all. So, this is my explanation for why I'm gone.
Sincerely,
Sodapop Curtis