I want to make this a three/four chapter story. Would you read?

)()()(

My day is always the same. Never changes.

But I like it that way.

Sort of.

Right now I think it's the best I can get.

I wake up and I eat breakfast. Darry always pushes me to eat more than I want to but I guess that's his job. Taking care of me.

It's been his job since the accident.

And it will stay his job if he wants to keep me.

Then I go for a run. I'm never allowed to leave town. Ever. And I can't go to Buck's or Tim Shepard's house.

Darry's rules.

I follow them.

Sometimes, if it's a Tuesday or a Thursday, I pass the DX and say hi to Soda.

I love Soda more than I have ever loved anyone.

But if it's any other day than Tuesday or Thursday, I'm not allowed to see Soda. Darry tells me it's because he's busy.

That makes me sad.

Because someday I know I'll be busy like that too.

I don't want to be, though.

I just want to live this same day with the same routine over and over again.

Then, regardless of it being a Tuesday or a Thursday or a Wednesday or a Friday, I walk around town with Two-Bit.

Sometimes we head to the movies. Sometimes the Dingo.

It's always fun. Maybe the most fun part of my entire day.

But we always have to be home by 5:00 sharp.

Once I asked Darry why curfew is so early now. It never used to be like this.

He only gave me a weird look, leaned in close and whispered "Things are different now, Ponyboy." He sounded much more gentle than he ever has.

I don't question him anymore.

But things are different.

Soda acts weird. He never leaves his room for dinner.

Or ever.

He doesn't talk to me either.

Even when I visit him at the DX he stays silent.

I don't think he knows I'm here.

The gang never visits. Not like they used to. I only see Steve at the DX and Two-Bit when we're out at a movie.

The only one who is there for me to talk to once I get home is Darry.

But even he has changed.

He's calmer. Sometimes I find him hugging me and rocking me and telling me everything will be alright.

Even when I haven't been crying.

But I think if anyone has changed the most out of all of us, it's me. Because sometimes I don't know where I am.

And I know for a fact that it's never a dream.

The times where I don't know where I am are scary. I'm all alone in a plain white room. Even the bed sheets underneath me are plain white.

There's a woman there too. She matches the room. Always dressing in white.

She hugs me close to her and I cry.

I cry for Darry and Soda and the gang. I say to the Plain White Woman, "I want my brothers. Where are my brothers."

She never tells me where they go. Instead she whispers "Shhh. They aren't here, Pony. Not here. But I am."

And I always say the same thing back.

"I want them. My brothers. I want them."

And she always says the same thing too.

"Your brothers can't help you get better. But I can."

)()()(

Would you read another 3 or 4 chapters?

Please review and let me know.