A look at what happened to Sodapop Curtis' life after the tragic events of "The Outsiders"
i dont own anything. :(
AfterWards
Dally was dead. What was it, seven bullets that had entered the boy's body? Probably more than that. Taken down under the streetlight in the dark night. A most fitting demise for the teenager. I feel slightly biased for saying that kind of thing about Dally.... But hey, if I hated him, then I wouldn't have anytime to think about how much I miss him now that he's gone, right?
Sandy left me.... I think she hates me. But why would she not hate me? I dropped out of school, I'm permenantly binded to my brothers. I have to support Pony. I know that Darry can't do it on his own.
Sometime after Dally died, I made it a habit to go to the attic of our house, where I know nobody can hear me, and cry for all I'm worth. Tears streaking down my face through the gas stains. The hot liquid burning my chin and droplets landing upon my quivering hands. All the while thinking of Sandy and Dally and my parents and Johnny. All of those who left me.
I was really depressed when I went to work the day after I confessed to them about Sandy leaving. I came home from work with my shirt torn. Blood was all over my face and the knuckles of my hands were raw. I had a blackeye. Darry wanted to know what happened immediately. I just said I'm okay and I got into a fight. What happened was I was frustratedly working away when this pompous Soc came up to me and called me a Greaser-freak. I told him not to mess with me, but he didn't listen. He mocked me. Brought up Dally's death. Teased me about it. Told me how much he wished it were me cause I was so sexy and stole all their girls from them. That pissed me worse. I told not to bug me. I jumped him and pounded him. Into the ground. He got in a few punches, which is how I got the shiner, and his damned filthy blood spewed onto my face. I kicked his ass and was still unhappy when I had let the Soc get up and run home to his Momma. This was soo unlike me...
At one point, a few days after I confessed about Sandy's abrupt departure, I had found a blade up there. it was that one belonging to Two-Bit that Dally had had. I found it accidentally. I tripped over a book, strangely enough a copy of "Gone with the Wind", and cut my hand on it. I had picked up the knife, fascinated with the blood pouring down my arm and amazed at how it took away the pain.
Before I made sense of what I was doing, I cut myself. In some odd twisted way, this gave me relief. I really got into it. Little scars and splatters of blood on my arms... It took away the pain. I didn't have to deal with the pain. After about an hour, I was a little woozy from the loss of blood and a thought popped into my head. I remembered. Pony, Darry, Two-Bit.... They needed me... What the hell was I doing! I couldn't just up and leave them! They'd be destroyed if I left them like the other did.... I have to stay.... We're all we have left....
A/N: Yeah, that's about it. Kinda crappy ending tho.... R/r!!
i dont own anything. :(
AfterWards
Dally was dead. What was it, seven bullets that had entered the boy's body? Probably more than that. Taken down under the streetlight in the dark night. A most fitting demise for the teenager. I feel slightly biased for saying that kind of thing about Dally.... But hey, if I hated him, then I wouldn't have anytime to think about how much I miss him now that he's gone, right?
Sandy left me.... I think she hates me. But why would she not hate me? I dropped out of school, I'm permenantly binded to my brothers. I have to support Pony. I know that Darry can't do it on his own.
Sometime after Dally died, I made it a habit to go to the attic of our house, where I know nobody can hear me, and cry for all I'm worth. Tears streaking down my face through the gas stains. The hot liquid burning my chin and droplets landing upon my quivering hands. All the while thinking of Sandy and Dally and my parents and Johnny. All of those who left me.
I was really depressed when I went to work the day after I confessed to them about Sandy leaving. I came home from work with my shirt torn. Blood was all over my face and the knuckles of my hands were raw. I had a blackeye. Darry wanted to know what happened immediately. I just said I'm okay and I got into a fight. What happened was I was frustratedly working away when this pompous Soc came up to me and called me a Greaser-freak. I told him not to mess with me, but he didn't listen. He mocked me. Brought up Dally's death. Teased me about it. Told me how much he wished it were me cause I was so sexy and stole all their girls from them. That pissed me worse. I told not to bug me. I jumped him and pounded him. Into the ground. He got in a few punches, which is how I got the shiner, and his damned filthy blood spewed onto my face. I kicked his ass and was still unhappy when I had let the Soc get up and run home to his Momma. This was soo unlike me...
At one point, a few days after I confessed about Sandy's abrupt departure, I had found a blade up there. it was that one belonging to Two-Bit that Dally had had. I found it accidentally. I tripped over a book, strangely enough a copy of "Gone with the Wind", and cut my hand on it. I had picked up the knife, fascinated with the blood pouring down my arm and amazed at how it took away the pain.
Before I made sense of what I was doing, I cut myself. In some odd twisted way, this gave me relief. I really got into it. Little scars and splatters of blood on my arms... It took away the pain. I didn't have to deal with the pain. After about an hour, I was a little woozy from the loss of blood and a thought popped into my head. I remembered. Pony, Darry, Two-Bit.... They needed me... What the hell was I doing! I couldn't just up and leave them! They'd be destroyed if I left them like the other did.... I have to stay.... We're all we have left....
A/N: Yeah, that's about it. Kinda crappy ending tho.... R/r!!
