I'm doing this in response to a challenge set by my awesome new friend, Pretty Vacant 79.
*PoV Ponyboy*
I was walking home when I decided to take a detour. I didn't want to go home anyway; Darry would be waiting with some new thing to yell at me for. Being so skinny, being so quiet, not eating, and barely sleeping. I don't want to sleep, I only ever have nightmares. I feel so alone.
As I look around, I notice that I'm alone. There isn't anyone else on the boulevard, just me and my shadow. I look at the houses, and my hearts starts a shallow beat. Johnny's house stands empty, vacant of all life.
I look around for someone, just one person to acknowledge me, but I see no one.
I really am walking by myself. I don't exactly know where I'll end up, maybe in some sleeping city. But I'll end up at home, where I'm never happy anymore.
I think of how my teacher would want me to think of the road as a simile, or a metaphor. It's really the road to my future, it's a line in my head that splitting me, holding me back from my future, from having fun with Darry and Soda, with Two-Bit, and maybe even Steve, but I'm alone, on this boulevard, this boulevard of broken dreams.
I wish there was someone, just one other person on this street, to tell me that I'm still here, that I still matter, that I'm alive.
I hold my arms closer to me, hoping for warmth. Even in the mid summer heat, I'm freezing.
I'm not really alone. I have him in my head. I have Johnny. But he can't talk to me the way I want him to. I want to see his large puppy dog eyes again, to feel the way my heart stops beating its shallow beat when he's around.
But I'll never have it again.
He's gone.
He's dead.
I will meet him again one day, maybe sooner than I should.
But until then…
I walk alone.