White.

Everything was white.

Walls, Floors, uniforms.

It was all white.

Johnny noticed all this as two men escorted him into the building, which smelled of disinfectant. "You must be Jonathan" A lady who just seemed to have apeared said. Johnny looked at her, not having the energy to correct her.

"Room 9" The lady said, this time more to the orderly than to him. The guy nodded and they started walking again. The other mad disapeared when that woman was there. Was the other man the woman? Was there even another man there? Of course there was another man there, he just wandered off, right? Right.

Johnny felt all alone in that place. He hadn't seen any forms of life aside from the two men and that lady. Was there anyone else here? Was Johnny the only one there? Of course not. There had to be other people there. Somewhere. The place felt cold and abandon. Like the church up on Jay Mountian.

"Home, sweet, home." The man said finally opening the door to a room and snapping Johnny out of his thoughs. Johnny walked in and looked around. It all looked so blank. Nothing on the walls, only a bed, a dresser, and a small window were in the room. Of course the window had bars on the outside so no one could escape.

The man set Johnny's small bag of stuff on the bed. "Fell free to put your things away." He said and Johnny nodded absent mindly, still looking around the room, his room. "Oh and you have to wear these." The man said handing Johnny a pair of gray sweats. Johnny looked at it then finally took it. "On visiting days and on outings you can wear your normal clothes, other than that your stuck with those."

Again Johnny gave a half hearted nod and went back to his thoughts. "Alright" The man said "Well I'll let you get situated and I'll be back in about a half hour."

The guy turned and headed for the door and just before he walked out Johnny managed to say, in a voice barely above a whisper, "For what?"

The orderly turned around to face him "Your appointment." He said Johnny just stared at him blankly, confused. "With Dr. Voight," The man added, Johnny just stared at him. "To get your meds." Johnny still had no idea what this man was talking about.

Johnny nodded and managed to say "Oh" and let the orderly leave.

Johnny kept looking around the room, some how hoping that by looking that he would see something that he hadn't before. Something that made this place look like a room someone actually inhabited and not just a blank room. But he found nothing, the room was blank like everything else in this place.

Johnny decided that he'd better put the few things he brought, better yet he owned, which either way isn't a lot, away. He had two pairs of tattered jeans, three tee shirts, at least one of which was Pony's, and his old jean jacket.

That jean jacket might be his most prized possession. It's kept him warm when he slept in the lot because his folks were fighting. He's sheilded his arms numerous time from glass being thrown at him. He had it on when he got jumped a while back. He even had it on when during his whole 'adventure' up at Windrexville with Pony.

He shook the thought of that place out of his head and went back to unpacking. In addition to the things Johnny packed he found a few things that weren't there before. One being a nicer outfit, he was sure his grandmother put in there. And the other a copy of Gone with the Wind. He knew Pony must have put that in there. He smiled at the sight of the book and gently thumbed through the pages, when something fell to the ground. Johnny set the book down and bend over to pick up what had fallen. He found a picture and a piece of paper on the ground and picked them up.

He flipped the picture over and saw that it was of the gang. They were all standing at the Curtis house doing thier best to look tuff. Which really wasn't that hard. Dallas was the only one who didn't even try and still looked tuff. His white blonde hair everywhere, his icy blue eyes, and that couldn't care less look on his face was pure hood, pure Dallas.

The picture had to of been taken by Mr. Curtis because the scar that's now on Johnny's cheek isn't there in the picture. Not only that but his hair was a bit shorter and he looked even younger than he does now. You won't know that in the picture Johnny was around 15/16. Just like from one quick glance at him now you wouldn't be able to tell that he's actually 17.

Johnny set the picture down on top of the book and opened up the folded piece of paper. He already knew before he opened it who it was from, but he went on to read the letter.

Johnny-

We miss ya already. Hope to see you soon.

-Pony

P.S.-Hope you like the book!

Johnny smiled after reading the letter. Pony had written it and put the book, letter, and photo in his bag, but the guys got ahold of the letter too because under Pony's name above the P.S. were five other names and five other little messages. One from each member of the gang.

and Soda, Hey Johnnycakes! and Two-bit. Hiya Johnny! and Steve Hey Johnny and Darry Hi Johnny and Dally, Hey kid.

Johnny smiled at the letter then folded it back up and placed it back inside the book along with the photo. Johnny then placed the book in the drawer under his jean jacket, before closing the drawer. He looked over to the bed and there were the ugly plain sweats that he was suppose to wear. Johnny changed quickly and laid down on the bed and stared at the ceiling, wondering what the gang was doing now.

Were they wondering what he was doing? Where they wondering if he was ok? Were they just going on like normal? Like he was never there? Do they even care that he's gone? Do they even remember him?

And what about his parents? Are they worried about him? No, he knew they weren't. Are they going on like normal? Probably just like nothing ever happened. Do they even care that he's gone? Nope, only now they don't have a punching bag for when they're drunk or angry. Wait. Do they even remember they have a son?!

And what about everyone else? They probably didn't even know he was there in the first place. Why would the care if he was gone? He didn't even know his grandmother was alive until everything happened. Who do you think is paying for his 'treatment' here? Certinally not his parents, they've most likely forgotten they even had a son in the first place!

A knocking at the door brought Johnny back to reality. It was the guy. Johnny stood up and walked towards him. Johnny looked at him for a second, and saw a name tag that seemed to have just appeared from no where. It said Paul. The guy, Paul, finally spoke "You ready to go?"

Johnny nodded again and walked out of his room into the cold, empty, white hallway, with Paul the orderly towards Dr. Voight's office. Where she was surely to determine he was crazy and keep him locked here forever.

Author's Note: A few things, I don't really have a title for this at the moment so any ideas are welcome. And second should I continue? I'm not sure if I want this to be a one-shot or if I should continue. So let me know what you think! Feed back is much appericated!