Ponyboy's eyes slowly opened themselves, his gray-green orbs adjusting to the sudden change of light and the first thing he saw was the ceiling. Such a depressing ceiling it was and by looking upon it made Pony feel a bit uneasy. or maybe it was not the ceiling. Maybe it was just that he had passed out again and was resting on his brother Darry's bed . Oh, he hated reality. It was filled with utter disgust and unhappiness. Don't even get him started on the glanced to his right where Sodapop was watching him closely, his eyes scanning over Ponyboy's body and suddenly Ponyboy felt naked. He took his attention from Sodapop and glanced towards the desk where paper work was piled and the oldest Curtis sat behind the chestnut desk. They made eye contact for a second; green eyes meeting grey. Ponyboy turned away, stood up and headed for the door. Without saying a word he headed to the room next door. He sighed softly to himself, rolling back against the wall as he stared out one of the enormous window of that very room. At last, it had begun snowing; snowflakes sprinkled gently across the glass as they melted slowly right in front of his green orbs. He frowned, how he hated winter. The agitation that he'd felt; this was the season of his bitterness. He closed his eyes again for the second time in this day.
People were coming at him. They frightened him and there was a sense of misery that arose within him; a feeling that has was felt to have been long lost, finding its way back to him once more. He had no idea who these two truly were to him nor could the man figure out why they had scared him so much. Why was he feeling this way? Why did it hurt him to look upon them as he had? He could not look at them anymore and wanted nothing more than to get away from them.
Within moment's time, he had awakened. What had felt like minutes was hours within reality. The realm of dreams was a tricky thing. The door creaked open and Ponyboy found himself hiding. The sense of dread still submerged within his stomach. Someone stood in the door way, their body blocking the light that illuminated the room in webs of light. They must've heard him yelp when he had awaked for the second time. Staying close to the walls and hidden in the shadows, Ponyboy watched the figure sway, shook its head and walk deeper into the room.
"Pony?" Johnny's voice was light, but clearly laced with uncertainty and fear that the younger boy would leap out at him as some sort of prank.
He found Ponyboy. He was leaned against a dresser, his eyes scanning over the room, dreadfully looking for something that would attack them from the shadows.
Johnny, on any other day would've mentally laughed at this sight, but today was different. Ponyboy had been acting strange, and he means strange than normal.
He approached his best friend, slowly, trying to make sure Pony felt no need to lash out at Him. He rested his hand on his shoulder.
"Pone," Johnny began slowly, the words rolling off his tongue as he spoke quietly, "Are you feeling well?"
Turning his attention away from Ponyboy, Johnny gazed out of the window. He thought he had seen a creature standing behind the trees; it just stared at Him, He titled his head. All of a sudden, Johnny's heart began pounding rapidly. The creature gazed to him from afar, staring at him darkly – he could not make out its features, all he could see was its black hair blowing in the wind and it's eyes which were so piercing… so mystifying, Johnny could barely even keep himself focused on what he was doing and before he knew it was grabbing Pony's shirt, his attention still turned to the window.
"Ponyboy.. What is-" Johnny began.
"It's here." He said in an indifferent mumble, "They're all here.."