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A/n: Please read this first so you can understand at least a little bit of what is going on.
Ponyboy had a major concussion at this point, right? Remember that when sentences are a little choppy and jump around some.
There is deeper meaning behind EVERY sentence, and not everyone will catch on to each. It's up to the reader to decide what's important and what isn't. You take from this what you put into it.
Pony is lost inside his mind and had sort of revered back to a childish way of thinking – not knowing what is real and what is fake.
There is dialogue in this, but not in exact dialog form. You'll know what is being said and when. It's not too hard.
So, hopefully this isn't too weird for you or hard to understand. It moves kind of fast. But that's how things are, sometimes, when you've got a concussion – as we witnessed in the book. Yeah... Oh, and this was written by both of us.
Disclaimer: Don't know anyone or anything but the idea.
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(Pony's POV)
As time went on the night only became more and more confusing. The day had already been enough between talking to Randy, visiting Johnny, and feeling shitty. But the night was overwhelming. I almost missed out on the rumble and now Johnny was dead.
Dally's reaction was out of control. I don't know why I went in the store with him or why I followed him out. I don't know how he did it. The heater was empty – didn't they know? I had to get away. That's why I did it. The ugly, dead body was too much. It brought back memories of the dark day.
I couldn't hear Darry's voice, but Dally was panicking and I knew Darry was mad I was with him. I could see him drop the phone and run out the door. He was going to be there.
Darry... I just wanted to be home with Darry...
The sirens hurt my ears; Dallas dropped the phone.
Pony! Run!
My feet moved but my head stayed and watched as Dally ran and I followed him. Again. Dally turned to shadow and light flickered around him. Gold and silver led the way into a sea of red and blue lights. They moved, reaching and touching everything. Shadows closed in and Dally reappeared.
Drop the weapon! Hands up!
Footsteps echoed. It's a bluff, fools! Don't they understand? Dally always bluffs! Death, greasers, Socs, Windrixville – it's all a dream. Dreams are full of bluffs. Maybe this is one of them.
Son, dreams are what you live, so live your dreams.
I don't want to live this dream. Why me?
Crack!
Dally! No! I turned to the voices. Darry... Soda... Everyone. They sat in the light, a far off warm I couldn't reach. They had come.
Pony, come here!
Crack!
Deep and cold, in my chest.
Pony! NO!
Crack!
The cold hit my stomach and I sunk to my knees.
God no! Please!
Everything turned cold. An ice block. Home was warm and that's where I wanted to be. Darry could take me home.
Where was Darry?
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A/n: Weirded out?... One shot or continue? It's up to you.
Review! And we don't care if you nitpick this to death. If you can't appreciate it, that's your fault.
http:www.wrongsideofthetracksawards.cjb.net
A/n: Please read this first so you can understand at least a little bit of what is going on.
Ponyboy had a major concussion at this point, right? Remember that when sentences are a little choppy and jump around some.
There is deeper meaning behind EVERY sentence, and not everyone will catch on to each. It's up to the reader to decide what's important and what isn't. You take from this what you put into it.
Pony is lost inside his mind and had sort of revered back to a childish way of thinking – not knowing what is real and what is fake.
There is dialogue in this, but not in exact dialog form. You'll know what is being said and when. It's not too hard.
So, hopefully this isn't too weird for you or hard to understand. It moves kind of fast. But that's how things are, sometimes, when you've got a concussion – as we witnessed in the book. Yeah... Oh, and this was written by both of us.
Disclaimer: Don't know anyone or anything but the idea.
---
(Pony's POV)
As time went on the night only became more and more confusing. The day had already been enough between talking to Randy, visiting Johnny, and feeling shitty. But the night was overwhelming. I almost missed out on the rumble and now Johnny was dead.
Dally's reaction was out of control. I don't know why I went in the store with him or why I followed him out. I don't know how he did it. The heater was empty – didn't they know? I had to get away. That's why I did it. The ugly, dead body was too much. It brought back memories of the dark day.
I couldn't hear Darry's voice, but Dally was panicking and I knew Darry was mad I was with him. I could see him drop the phone and run out the door. He was going to be there.
Darry... I just wanted to be home with Darry...
The sirens hurt my ears; Dallas dropped the phone.
Pony! Run!
My feet moved but my head stayed and watched as Dally ran and I followed him. Again. Dally turned to shadow and light flickered around him. Gold and silver led the way into a sea of red and blue lights. They moved, reaching and touching everything. Shadows closed in and Dally reappeared.
Drop the weapon! Hands up!
Footsteps echoed. It's a bluff, fools! Don't they understand? Dally always bluffs! Death, greasers, Socs, Windrixville – it's all a dream. Dreams are full of bluffs. Maybe this is one of them.
Son, dreams are what you live, so live your dreams.
I don't want to live this dream. Why me?
Crack!
Dally! No! I turned to the voices. Darry... Soda... Everyone. They sat in the light, a far off warm I couldn't reach. They had come.
Pony, come here!
Crack!
Deep and cold, in my chest.
Pony! NO!
Crack!
The cold hit my stomach and I sunk to my knees.
God no! Please!
Everything turned cold. An ice block. Home was warm and that's where I wanted to be. Darry could take me home.
Where was Darry?
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A/n: Weirded out?... One shot or continue? It's up to you.
Review! And we don't care if you nitpick this to death. If you can't appreciate it, that's your fault.