A/N – Hi everyone…I know I have a ton of unfinished stories on here but really it's not my fault! I wrote a lot of chapters to my existing stories but the notebooks they were in got lost somewhere between moving out of the dorms last spring and moving back in this fall. I hate to write anything new until I find them because I know that what I wrote was good. So for the time being, let's try something new.
When She's Gone
I lay with her in my arms, scared. She was so quiet and pale, her skin clammy, her hair wet with sweat. Finally the vomiting and retching had stopped. She was a shadow of the girl who I had fallen in love with, her thin frame emaciated, and her thick red hair dull and thin. Only her smile remained unchanged, when she could muster the energy, or as she slept, peaceful and still.
My name, in case you're wondering is Sodapop Curtis. Her name is Willow and this is her story, our story, the story of those we love. Some of this is unbelievable, some tragic, yet it also contains the memories which will keep me alive and help me to live again after she has left me.
I've known Willow all my life; she was the girl down the street, my best friend. The good girl greaser who didn't carry a blade, she never fought with anyone, she never had to. Everyone loved her, Greasers and Soc's alike. She maintained it was simply because she refused to fight, refused to take sides. But everyone else knows it was much more simple then that. It was simply her sunny disposition and her always ready smile.
Even after her brother was killed by some Soc's, she never faltered in her love of life, even after her father began to beat her…even after…
But I suppose that's as good a place as any to truly start her story, with Pat's death.
A/N – Well here it is…a start back on the right track I suppose. Please review, nice ones only though, flames will be used to toast marshmallows like the good Girl Scout I am.