Lifeless Bottle
Chapter 1: Curly's Bottle Of Whiskey
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Nellie's POV (September 22nd, 1966)
I took a long sip out of the whiskey bottle that was clenched tight in my hands, feeling the cool, bitter liquid run down my throat. Earlier this afternoon, Curly had taken me behind the school and sold me the whiskey he had bought from an older "friend". I was hurrying home to try and get it there before anyone saw it and find a good place to stash it, one that was out of Darry and Sodapop's scrutinizing eyes. Not that I don't love them; It's just that lately, smoking just ain't enough to cope. Johnny was my best friend, and you had to respect Dally. He was a member of my brother's gang, and he looked out for me and all of them.
I slipped into my empty, rundown house and took the whiskey, along with my backpack, onto my room. I then threw my simple purple and black backpack onto my unmade bed and stashed the whiskey deep in my dresser where I kept my... Um, "personal items." My brothers would never look in there; they had their Playboy magazines if they wanted to see something like that.
After safely stashing the whiskey, I grabbed my backpack and began working on my English assignment. We were instructed to write an essay on a personal experience. From the position I was in on the bed, I could just see the gold-pink tint the sky took on just before a sunset.
After a minute of looking out the window I dragged the dark shades closed and did my piles homework in the living room.
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When Sodapop walked into the house, he headed straight for the kitchen, throwing his shoes off. He came out with a carton of milk in his hand and a smile on his face. I shook my head and slammed my darned history book shut. Homework was not going as planned. Everything seemed to hit home; the gunshots during the battles in the Revolutionary War rang in my head, sounding all too familiar, an English paper on an important moment in my life contained too many deaths, and my math homework needed to be checked by Darry before I could say it was complete. I was for sure that all the wrong answers would earn me another famous "get-your-head-outta-the-clouds-Nellie-we-lost-them-both-too" lecture.
Funny thing is, my brothers didn't cause Johnny and Dally's deaths. What did they have to be concerned about? Their hands were clean. They didn't loose Dally and Johnny the way I had. Not even close. It was all my fault and that's hard to live with.
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~Alee xXx