No one could tie him down. No one could control him; he was free. He didn't fit the average, human mold; he was different. He was hard, tough, and mean. He was cold. He only loved one thing. When it was taken from him, how could he cope? Johnny was the only thing that kept him here. When Johnny was killed, where did he go? He had to find him, wherever that may be.
Racing down the sidewalk, he saw the lights. Red and blue. Perfect. Those were the colors he was hoping for. He pointed his fun, and shouted, "You'll never take me alive!" He didn't want them to, he wanted to die; he wanted to find Johnny. Once he was gone, he would search every inch of heaven and hell, for that one boy. Just for his little puppy.
He suddenly felt a pain in his chest. He dropped to the ground. His ears were ringing, but he heard the noise of the gang screaming. BAM! Another bullet dug its way threw his flesh. He was happy; this is what he had wanted. They didn't know the gun wasn't loaded. He smiled as his life slipped away from him. Now he could live without pain, and most importantly, he could be with Johnny.
The cry of the boys did nothing; as he was already dying. He was the happiest that he had ever been as the darkness closed in on him.
No one will miss me, he thought. No editorials in the paper, probably not even a funeral. I will die a hoodlum, a greaser. I know who I am. I'm not gallant; I'm not even friendly. Johnny must have been crazy when he compared me to those southern gentlemen. But don't worry, Johnny, you won't be alone long. Don't worry, I'm coming.
They may have said he died from the gunshots, but they're wrong. He died because of his broken heart. Dying was the only way that he could be with Johnny. Suicide was his only way out; his only way to truly live. Suicide was like an open invitation.
No editorials, no funeral, "just his very own spot in hell," on officer said. But I know better. He didn't go to hell. He didn't go to heaven, either. Who knows where he went? But I do know something. Something that no one else even considered. Dallas Winston was human. Dallas Winston had a breaking point. Dallas Winston was gallant.