Not so tough after all
It's been four days, two hours, and seven minutes since I found out my best friend died… I don't own the characters S. E. Hinton does.
It's been four days, two hours, and seven minutes since I found out my best friend died. I have taken nine showers since then, and I've cried every time. My brother and sister know to leave me alone. To let me sort everything out in my head, and to not say a word about anything they hear coming from the bathroom door. I've sat in this old chair, and counted every minute that I have been broken. Broken is a funny word, because of its different meanings. You can be physically broken. I should know I've had my nose broken twice. This is a different kind of broken; it's unfixable because I'm broken inside and out. I'm tired of feeling this way. Tomorrow I'm going to get up, put on my leather jacket, get that hard smirk on my face, and address my gang. They want to know how I feel, now that I'm the worst greaser in Tulsa. That was a title Dally and I would fight for. Who could get in jail more, who could get the hottest girls, who could steal the most without getting caught, that kind of thing. Well I guess I won, it's hard to lose to a corpse. I'm going to go talk to the Curtis gang too, heard that young kid Pony got sick. Then I'm going to do something to get in jail, maybe I will beat up a Soc. I've got to do something to let the world know I haven't gone soft. I have gone soft, but I won't let anyone know. Everyone found out Dally went soft after he died, after all he did commit suicide for that Johnny kid. I will never know why Dallas loved that kid so much, all I know is I found out he died from a newspaper article. 'Local Hero Dies in police Chase' well he didn't get too far in that chase. He wasn't a hero to begin with, the only reason he helped those kids was to save Johnny. Johnny died anyway, and Dallas broke. And without Dallas I broke too, he was my best friend. I never told him, but he was. Now he's dead and I can't tell him. His gang is giving him a funeral; I'm going to go to it. Who cares about a rep in front of the same people who knew he was my buddy? No suit, I will dress like it's a normal day. It's late, I'm tired and I'm going to go to bed.