*Okay this is very weird and I am sure the same type of story has been
written at least along the same line. But o well give it a chance I happen
to like it. Please R&R. *
Pony's friends were dead, and it was all because of him. He just had to do the right thing,
saving those kids. He should have just let those kids die in that fire. Their parents and
friends and teachers would have been miserable and some of them may have even hated
themselves if he hadn't saved those kids, if he hadn't run into that church and put his
friends lives in danger though. He tried to comfort himself with that. More people would
be desperate and dying on the inside if he hadn't done that. At least this way not so many
people would be lonely, depressed, and suffering. But it didn't help. Pony was still
miserable. The one person he could trust was gone. He had his brothers, but they were
his brothers they had to care about him. When you have a friend that cares, you know
they care and not just because they are supposed to. With Dally, he wasn't his very best
friend, but he still was his friend. He could see it in people's eyes, they would say they
didn't blame him for what happened but inside they really did. People's eyes and
expressions tell you everything they are feeling and thinking. Pony was scared of every
new day now that his life was changed forever, but he also looked forward to everyday.
He wished for so many things, that his life would be back to normal, and that Johnny and
Dally were alive again, but he new they were never coming back. Wishing seemed
pointless to him now. He was wishing for things he knew could never happen but he still
wished. He figured there was no point to life if your wishes and dreams didn't come true.
He wished his life could just get better some how. Like a new thing would happen that
would change his life and he wouldn't have to deal with his depression over Dally and
Johnny. He knew nothing was going to happen that would help. He knew that he would
just end up alone miserable, and maybe even in a mental hospital, but he didn't care
anymore. He wasn't Ponyboy Curtis anymore. He was a different person. A person that
wasn't carefree anymore. He couldn't even stand to see the sun, even if it wasn't setting
or rising. Pony wouldn't leave his room. He knew it killed his brothers for them to see
him the way he was. He sat in bed all day flipping his switchblade, and running it alone
his wrists, but not breaking the skin, or lighting a candle and staring at the flame. How
easy it was to put the flame out, but while it burned it had so much power and fight. In
his mind he wished he could be like that candle flame, strong and fierce, having the
power to hurt or help. Everyday he would just try to hold on with the last thread of hope
in him that something would come along and make his life change for the better.
Something would make him become strong again. Everyday before going to bed wishing
the next day would bring a new life, something that would make him like that flame, so
while he was alive nothing could touch him. Or maybe someone could come along that
cared about him in a real way that could help him to become strong. So Pony decided to
make himself better. He knew he couldn't be Ponyboy Curtis again. He realized that
was what he wanted. He was afraid though. He didn't want to hurt the only people left
that cared about him, but he knew for him to get better he needed to get away from it all.
He needed to get away from Tulsa to a place where no one knew him. He would give
himself a new name, and finally be what he wanted. If he left he could be that flame.
*So what did you think? Kind of strange beginning I know, but o well. I know the grammar, punctuation, and other things are probably messed up, but sorry I can't help it. *
Pony's friends were dead, and it was all because of him. He just had to do the right thing,
saving those kids. He should have just let those kids die in that fire. Their parents and
friends and teachers would have been miserable and some of them may have even hated
themselves if he hadn't saved those kids, if he hadn't run into that church and put his
friends lives in danger though. He tried to comfort himself with that. More people would
be desperate and dying on the inside if he hadn't done that. At least this way not so many
people would be lonely, depressed, and suffering. But it didn't help. Pony was still
miserable. The one person he could trust was gone. He had his brothers, but they were
his brothers they had to care about him. When you have a friend that cares, you know
they care and not just because they are supposed to. With Dally, he wasn't his very best
friend, but he still was his friend. He could see it in people's eyes, they would say they
didn't blame him for what happened but inside they really did. People's eyes and
expressions tell you everything they are feeling and thinking. Pony was scared of every
new day now that his life was changed forever, but he also looked forward to everyday.
He wished for so many things, that his life would be back to normal, and that Johnny and
Dally were alive again, but he new they were never coming back. Wishing seemed
pointless to him now. He was wishing for things he knew could never happen but he still
wished. He figured there was no point to life if your wishes and dreams didn't come true.
He wished his life could just get better some how. Like a new thing would happen that
would change his life and he wouldn't have to deal with his depression over Dally and
Johnny. He knew nothing was going to happen that would help. He knew that he would
just end up alone miserable, and maybe even in a mental hospital, but he didn't care
anymore. He wasn't Ponyboy Curtis anymore. He was a different person. A person that
wasn't carefree anymore. He couldn't even stand to see the sun, even if it wasn't setting
or rising. Pony wouldn't leave his room. He knew it killed his brothers for them to see
him the way he was. He sat in bed all day flipping his switchblade, and running it alone
his wrists, but not breaking the skin, or lighting a candle and staring at the flame. How
easy it was to put the flame out, but while it burned it had so much power and fight. In
his mind he wished he could be like that candle flame, strong and fierce, having the
power to hurt or help. Everyday he would just try to hold on with the last thread of hope
in him that something would come along and make his life change for the better.
Something would make him become strong again. Everyday before going to bed wishing
the next day would bring a new life, something that would make him like that flame, so
while he was alive nothing could touch him. Or maybe someone could come along that
cared about him in a real way that could help him to become strong. So Pony decided to
make himself better. He knew he couldn't be Ponyboy Curtis again. He realized that
was what he wanted. He was afraid though. He didn't want to hurt the only people left
that cared about him, but he knew for him to get better he needed to get away from it all.
He needed to get away from Tulsa to a place where no one knew him. He would give
himself a new name, and finally be what he wanted. If he left he could be that flame.
*So what did you think? Kind of strange beginning I know, but o well. I know the grammar, punctuation, and other things are probably messed up, but sorry I can't help it. *