Gash and Love

Hello! This is my first story, so he ya go;D Be honest, not mean if you review. I do not own Outsiders or any of it's characters! ~Gaburieru

"Run. Run. Run." I thought as a piercing voice shouted from behind. "You good for nothing brat!" The angered voice rumbled throughout the neighborhood. Dad ran out of the house with a wrench in hand. "Get the hell out of here I don't want to see your face anymore! GET OUT," he shouted. Running in to a sprint, my eyes burned from tears and blood. A gash on my hairline was dripping blood down the side of my face, stinging my eyes. "Why?" I asked, "Why did you have to die mom? Why couldn't you live, live for me?"

I ran as fast as you could. i lost count of the blocks, but I don't care. I could barely see, but I noticed the homes were becoming more rundown. This was the Westside? I stopped at an empty lot and sat down with my back against a rusty wire fence. I sobbed with my bloodstained palms cupping my eyes, until everything seemed hazy, and I finally passed out.

"Beep. Beep. Beep." I heard. I was laying down on a sturdy surface, a bed? I slightly opened my eyes to see I was in a plain, white room with one wooden door. "Where am I?"The question came out as a whisper. A nurse with honeybee lips and brown hair walked in. "How are you feelin', Hon? You're in a hospital I Tulsa. My, you were delirious when you came in. That was a mighty gash you had there on your forehead. You also have a mountain of a bump on the back of your head. We'll be checking for any concussion soon." She said, she sounded cheery, why?

I scanned the room, until a shock of pain pounded my head. "You, young man, need another dose of medicine," She said. I looked slightly to the left, where I saw a curtain. The nurse slid it to the side, and then I saw him. A boy, maybe around 15 or 16 was lying on his stomach on some sort of bed, with a hole at one end where he could see through. His arms were bandaged and hanging out from the sides of the bed. His back was bare, dark and tanned. From there, he was bandaged up. His hair was long, black, and greased. He's a Greaser.

The nurse finished putting some sort of medicine in a tube, and began to close the curtain. "Wait," I whispered. "Leave it open, please." She shrugged, and left the hospital room. "Hi. I'm Claire," I introduced. "Johnny," he said. His voice sounded scratchy, and dry, but I still noticed a hint of a country accent. There was a short period of silence. "What happened to you?" I asked. "Broken back and burns," he managed to say. That explained the strange bed."What brings you here?" he asked. I didn't want to answer that, because I didn't want to remember.

I let some time go by before I responded. "My dad abused me. He's been doing that a lot since my mom died, so I ran away, and now I'm sitting here with that annoying beeping that I have no idea in hell where it's coming from." My voice hardened in annoyance. He had a scratchy chuckle, and then stopped as soon as he completely digested what I had said.

"I know how that is. Sometimes I wonder if my parents ever loved me," he whispered as his voice broke. "I-I'm sorry. Please, just forget what I said, but remember that I'm not just some stranger who'll judge you. I know where you're coming from" He went silent. "Hello?" I asked. Then, from the right side of the room, I heard a light snore. Gee, the medicine she must have gave him probably made him fall asleep.

I like him; it feels like I've known him for some time. He knows what it's like to live like I did. I feel comfortable now that I'm not alone anymore. He's my first friend here for my new life that I am going to start in, what was it called? Tulsa? Anyways, all I have to do now is learn his name.

Well, here it is~! Review please, and i hope you thirst for more! Haha, not quite, but you know what i mean ;D