Disclaimer: I don't own the outsiders or any of the characters from the outsiders. S.E. Hinton owns the outsiders and the characters from the outsiders. I just own Embers and the plot.
Embers
I can still hear the laughing and the shattering glass from the party downstairs. Great, they're drunk again. Guess I'll have to go through the window tonight. Before I forget my names Amber but I go by Embers. It sounds cool, alright? I need to find something warm before I go outside. This will have to do. It's just a plain old hoodie. Nothing rich about that. I open up my drawer and grab a hat before I brace the cold New York winds. I hate it here so much. I would run away if I could but I don't have any where to go.
Getting out the window isn't easy. First I have to get onto the tree, climb down the tree, and jump to the ground. Now all I have to do is run and never look back. With what I'm wearing no one will think I'm a soc. The only problem is that they'll jump me because they think I'm a greaser. Crap, a mustang. The only thing on my mind right now is to run as fast as I can. It's sad to know that was the last thing I thought before I ended up in the hospital. One of those stupid Socs. Shot me in the back and freaked out when they found out it was me. Well, this is going to be a fun story to tell my brother and my parents.
I can imagine it now, "Amber Leigh, what do you think you were doing? Have you finally lost it?" Ugh I really shouldn't have to deal with that. I should be able to sleep and come home to a worried family. Of course, will that happen? No, it won't. All they care about is having a good reputation. In a neighborhood like this, a good reputation is all that matters. When this gets out, I'll be lucky to still be living' with my parents. This is just too much stress for me. Oh! Speak of the devil, there's my family! Yep, right up there. I'm really going to get it this time. I can only imagine how long I'll be grounded. I just want to go home and slip into a deep sleep. With my luck, that's obviously not going to happen.
"What were you thinking?" My mother shrieked. Yep, I was right. Is it a bad thing when your parents become so predictable? I'm pretty sure it is. I just can't wait to get out this place. I hate hospitals. There's so many bad memories linked to them. "Amber Leigh!" whoops forgot they were still here. "Huh..?" was all I managed to get out. That didn't really help my case now did it? I'm not the brightest person out there. Finally the doctors made my parents leave. The only things left in my room are me and my peaceful thoughts. God, I'm hungry. I haven't eaten since the night of the accident. I wonder where my clothes are. They're probably soaked in blood. Where are those dang nurses when you need the,? This place could really use some more nurses. Some that actually stick around.
There's nothing here to pass the time. I just want to know whe-"NURSE" I screamed. I swear I'm going to have a sore throat tomorrow. In my luck, she hobbled towards my room. "Yes, what do you need?" She spat at me. Great nurses they have here. They just blow my mind. "When am I getting out of here? I couldn't help but sound like a brat. "I don't have that kind of information," she replied hastily," let me get the doctor" With that she hobbled right back out of my room. Oh god, more waiting. I'll bet you $20 that she'll be back in an hour. I guess I'll see what's on TV. The remotes on the other side of the room though, and they call themselves a hospital.
Yes! I can see the doctor! "Amber Leigh..?" "Yes!" I screamed a bit too loud. "you can leave in about 30 minutes, here are your clothes so you can get changed." Yeah I was right my shirt and my hoodie was covered in dry blood. Oh well, at least it doesn't smell bad. At home my parents wouldn't shut up about it! At least I'm still alive. Well I'm reconsidering that part. I just want to be alone. All hells going to break lose when my brother finds out. Why am I so different? I thought being unique was cool. Guess I was wrong. I ran up the stairs and slammed my door shut. But by then my tears were making everything blurry. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a piece of glass I found outside.
The end was shimmering in the light. With that, I made my first scar. On my body that is. Blood was everywhere. It seeped down my arm and found it's way to the floor. I enjoyed it. I had all the control. It was perfect. Oh god, I'm such a sick person. How could I enjoy such a thing? Soon enough there were scars all over my arms, legs, my waist, and my hips. Blood was flowing out of the cuts helplessly. It was fun to watch. It reminds me of people. We all want so much freedom, and when we get it, we don't know where to go. That really helped my self esteem, knowing that I'm only a drop of blood. That will lend up staining the carpet on my floor.
Maybe the blood will go away if I take a shower. I padded slowly into the bathroom and turned on the shower. I remember when I was little I would always read on the floor instead of taking my shower. It was fun being so carefree. Once I saw the steam I got into the shower and winced at the burning pain all over my body. The hot steaming water was pounding into my open cuts. I hope the heat gets rid of my sins and forgets my tragedies. After that torturous pain was over, I turned off the water and got into my robe. The soft fabric felt like an angels kiss against my raw flesh. I've never felt anything more amazing. This is definitely going to be something I will remember for a while.
I finally got the sleep I wanted. Although, I woke up several times from the burning. I never knew a cut would be so tender. One wrong move and you'll be gushing out blood. I got out of bed and walked down the filthy stairs. I guess the house keeper hasn't stopped by yet. I forgot about all my hunger until now. I grabbed some bacon and ran back up the stairs. I got my studded belt, skinny jeans, blood red tank top, and my leather jacket and got changed. My hair was as boring as a brick that day. I had intense bright blond hair and hazel eyes. I put my hair up in a pony tail and grabbed a couple bucks. Most girls don't walk alone in New York. With all those killings, those little pansies would be too scared to even step food outside with out there big strong boyfriends there to protect them.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw this gorgeous blond headed boy. His eyes were ice blue and cold as a storm. I couldn't help but to stop and stare. He had those movie star looks with a troubled face. He must've gone through something in the past. He looks cold, almost as if he doesn't feel anything anymore. Just like there's nothing left for him. I knew that couldn't be true. If it was. I sure could change it. Turns out I sure did.