Cause I'm Just One of Those Misguided Ghosts

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Outsiders Character. They all belong to S.E. Hinton Except for my Character Lily.

Summary: If you have the chance to go back to the past to fix what you couldn't then, would you? Lily finds herself with a chance to fix everything she wanted to. The chance to save Dally. What does she make with this opportunity and how will she handle the pressure?

Author's note: So, It has been a long time since I wrote "He Loves me or He loves me not." I re-read everything and I just kept thinking if there was a way to make a sequel. Well I think I may have it. I hope you enjoy it and please, review. I hope for any past readers of the prequel to like this sequel. I just want to see how this chapter goes and see about possible other chapters.

Suggested song: "Misguided Ghosts" By Paramore

Chapter 1:

The rain fell hard onto the ground. I stood at Dally's grave. It has been 4 months since his death. I couldn't help but continue to come to his grave. I felt as if I could have done something. I should have followed him when he ran off. He would be alive if I hadn't caused so much damage. I should have stopped him from causing his own death. I knelt in front of his grave.

"How could you be so stupid?" I cried out. "I needed you! I hate to admit it, but I needed you Dally."

"I don't need anyone to save me."

"Everyone needs a savior… Even you Dallas Winston."

"Do you think if I stayed with you... You would be alive now?" I knew I wouldn't get an answer. It would be stupid to think I would.

"I know what you would think of me right now. You would think I was dumb. You would tell me mourning over you all the time like this wouldn't bring you back. It wouldn't change anything. Or is it different this time? Is it different because it is you Dallas Winston? Is it different because you were my friend, my family? Is it different because you were not a Soc?

"I feel so stupid to keep asking questions and knowing I won't get answers, but how could you do this Dally? How could you get yourself killed. We felt the same! I still hurt from losing Johnny! I could have helped you! I loved you, but I couldn't save you..."

"Johnny wanted you to watch some sunsets. He thought it could help you see that there is some good in the world. Pony and I didn't get a chance to show you that. Did I make you happy Dally? Even when I made you so mad?"

Tears fell down the side of my face. I stood up and placed the rose on his grave.

"Maybe I was suppose to be your savior..."

I walked back to the Steve's house and went inside.

"Lily, is that you?" I heard Steve call.

"Yeah, I'm going to go get a hot shower and get some sleep okay?" I called back.

"Alright."

Things have changed since Dallas and Johnny died. I find myself becoming closer friends with Pony. I guess we both feel the same lately. It's easy for me to open up to him. I find it hard to try to tell the others how I feel. I know that they are all feeling the same, but they seem to push it away more than Pony and I do. We embrace it even though we know we need to move on.

I collapsed on my bed and listened to the rain pat on my window. I looked at the picture on the side of my bed. I picked it up and let my finger slide slowly across Dally's face. I wonder what it would be like if I had stayed with him. Would things have changed? Would Dally and Johnny still be alive? Would Anthony? I should have listened to Steve. My mind was right all along when it came to being with Anthony. When I think about it... was it really? My heart was true to itself, where as my mind was just trying to play it safe. So who really was right?

I placed the picture back on the table and laid on my side facing the picture. I felt the tears glide down slowly.

"I'd do anything to save you..." I whispered as I felt myself drift to sleep. "Anything..."

x

My back felt stiff as I slowly woke up. I couldn't move or open my eyes as I tried to full wake myself up. I felt myself sitting in a chair.

'I could have sworn I went to sleep in my room...' I thought to myself.

There was a warmth to my hand. I opened my eyes and saw a hospital room. I lifted my head up and saw I was leaning on the hospital bed. I looked toward the patient slowly, trying to figure out how I got here and who I was holding hands with.

My eyes widened and I gasped as my seat flew back and I hid the ground with a thud.

I stood up quickly and backed up to the wall.

"What's wrong baby? You act like you've seen a ghost..." His taunting voice...

"I have..." I whispered.