Part of the Wind
Summary: Bang! Bang... and suddenly everything's changed.
Sodapop's POV (November, 1968)
According to the cops, you were nothing but a no good hood they all knew was destined to die young and violently. None of those cops would think to charge a Soc with your death. They're too busy kissing up to their rich mommy and daddy's.
The gang knows the truth; they know what happened to you. You were never a hood. The only crime you were ever guilty of was walking home alone from the movies, something Darry always warned you about.
You ain't Dally. You weren't supposed to die in your teens by eating lead on the streets. You were supposed to die at eighty-five or maybe even ninety, surrounded by your grandkids and having written a bestselling book.
It just ain't fair, kiddo. You were going places. I still remember when you were five and you asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up.
"I wanna fix cars!" I had proclaimed instantly. But you, however, scrunched up your nose thoughtfully, weighing the options seriously before you gave your reply.
"I'm going to be a writer, Sodapop."
"A writer?" The idea sounded gross, like schoolwork, but you loved it.
Sometimes, when I miss you really bad, I go back and read some of the stories you wrote. They're really amazing, kiddo.
I wish I got to your gravestone more often to see you and clean up. The flowers we left you are wilted, and your gravestones dirty, but it hurts coming here so I don't very often.
I still miss you, kiddo. I can't believe it's been a year. It hurts just as bad as it did when we first got the knock at our door and I don't think it's ever going to get any better.
Darry's been worker longer hours than he ever did. Even longer than after mom and dad died. I think he's taking this even harder than he did mom and dad.
I don't know if we're ever gonna get any better, kiddo. When you died, you took a piece of me with you. This isn't like losing mom and dad, at least they got a chance to live their lives. You were barely fifteen, that's nowhere near enough time.
There's been way too much death on the East side of town. You, mom, dad, Johnny, Dally; the rest of us are barely holding it together.
I wish you were still here, kiddo.
Because there's nothing left to do or say, I stand, dusting off my dirty, worn jeans. A tear falls onto your gravestone, mixing with the earth. I bite down on my tongue, willing myself not to cry because if I do I'll never stop.
"See ya, Ponyboy. I love you," I whisper to nothing but a piece of concrete. My brother ain't here. This isn't him; he's part of the wind.
A/N: I've been writing a bunch of one-shots because I haven't been able to think of a chapter story yet, sorry. Oh well. Hope you guys enjoyed. Please review.
Stay Gold lovelies,
- Alee XxX