Hey, this is my first fanfic so give me as much input as possible.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters although I might become rich and take them from the clever clever S.E. Hinton
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"What's wrong Pony?" asked his brother.
"Nothing Soda, I'm fine" Pony whispered in reply.
"Ok, just know I am here for you. I know Johnny's death has been hard on you, but life goes on. You still have us." Pony looked up at his brothers caring face
"He shouldn't have gone. I should have sopped him going into that building. Then Dally and Johnny wouldn't haveā¦" he couldn't say it...Saying it would make it real, it would be confirmed, it would mean Johnny and Dally were dead, gone forever.
It hurt.
Whimpering softly, Pony got up from lunch and hid himself in the bathroom. Nothing could make it better.
"WHY JOHNNY!" he sat on the floor and tried to cry, but it was even harder than it seemed.
Looking around the bathroom, something shiny caught his eye. He got up and walked over to the open medicine cabinet.
Pony picked up Darry's knife, and sat back on the floor, staring, he wondered if Soda was going to come looking for him, wondering if pain would help.
He looked at his tried reflection in the metal. Slowly moving his finger up the knife, he couldn't help thinking how smooth it looked, but haw sharp it was.
Flash back- Johnny one elbow on his knee looking straight ahead, saying "I killed him, I had to. They were drowning you Pony they might have killed you".
He sat there mumbling to himself, trying to falsely comforting, unable to stop the silent screams.
Pony wiped the single tear off his shiny reflection, and decided to start off small.
He took the knife, and put it against his finger thinking it would simply look like a paper cut if the gang saw it.
He pushed it slightly and it broke the skin. Shuddering, he watched the liquid spill from his stinging finger onto the floor.
Breathing a sigh of relief, the memories of his friends flooded into his head.
He put down the knife and tried to hold all of his happy thoughts. He had a strange feeling he had never felt before. He wanted to cry, but also wanted to be happy. All the happiness flooded out of his head, and it was hard to think of a good feeling to keep the tears from falling. Johnny was always beaten by his parents and sleeping in the park.
Soda knocked on the door, and hurrying, Pony cleaned up the bathroom and answered his big brother, hiding his hand for the time being. Soda rushed in and hugged his baby brother.
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As i said before, this is my first and i would really appreciate any ideas for the plot, the format, or any Criticism of my really bad spelling, or if ive got my charactors wrong ... ect. From what i have heard REVIEW HELP!
Thanx For Reading
Melchick
