I knew the situation was bad, and I knew that Johnny could die at any second, but I clung to false hope as I watched him talk with Ponyboy. Even deep down in my cold, black, stone-heart, I knew it was his time. Which is why I surprised myself with slamming my fists against the wall after I watched him take in a last breath. After I watched him die.
'Dammit,' I shouted. 'Dammit, Johnny, please don't die,' Maybe I thought I could bring him back by begging enough. It didn't work though. Johnny, he had died. I just watched him die. I knew those stupid kids shouldn't of run into that church, god, then none of this would of happened. I couldn't take it, I had to get out of here, now. I couldn't bear to see Johnny's lifeless body lying there anymore.
In my rush, I forgot that Ponyboy was still with me, hell, I didn't care anymore. If I had any care left in me, it was sure as hell gone now. I ran from the room, down the hall, and out the doors into the cold night. Even whooping the Socs didn't matter to me anymore. I had lost the will to live.
When I ran out of breath, I slowed to a walk. I noticed the 711 about a block away, and an idea came to me.
I walked in, and wasted no time messing around. I marched straight up to the broad at the register, and aimed my gun at her face.
'Gimme the money,' I said evenly. I noticed she was in shock, her eyes wide. I nodded my head. 'You heard me, hand it over.' Without saying anything, she gathered fistfulls of cash and set them on the counter. I didn't even take them. As I was walking out, I heard her calling the police. I went at a dead sprint to the nearest phone booth.
'Dammit,' I hissed as I tried to put coins in the slot, the receiver between my ear and shoulder. I stomped my foot as it rang, waiting for someone to pick up.
Darry did, and I told him what I'd just done.
'Come to the lot,' was the last thing I said before I hung up. I didn't even check to make sure if Pony had gotten home.
Sirens were now audible in the distance, and I ran faster than I'd ever run before. I needed to get to the lot. As I ran, the sirens got louder. Looking over my shoulder, I could see blue and red lights flashing. The lot was so close, I just needed to run a little further..
I ran under a streetlight, and waited on everyone to arrive; the gang, and the cops. I saw the gang arrive, and saw Ponyboy with them. At least the kid was safe. They had shocked looks on their faces, I started walking toward them when I heard the fuzz getting closer.
I need to stick to the plan, I thought. I looked at them one last time. My brothers, my family. Still though, none of them could ever take Johnny's place. I couldn't live without Johnny. I heard the police pulling up behind me, and they were shouting as they got out of their cars. I turned around slowly, gun drawn and aiming right toward one of them. He didn't hesitate for a second. I felt the white hot bullets shoot right into my chest. I could hear everyone screaming, and for a minute I regretted this. But no, I thought. Johnny's dead.
The impact of the bullets forced me to turn around, and I saw the gang once again. Their mouths were hanging wide open, and Darry was shouting. Their faces started to blur. I smirked, then I hit the ground.