Thanks to the following reviewers: LoveMyCrazyFriends, ShinedownKiller and Diehardoutsider I shall continue the sequel Thank you guys! If any of you have any ideas please suggest in the comments or message me. Being honest I don't have an idea for this story, yet..
I DO NOT OWN THE OUTSIDERS CHARACTERS! S.E. HINTON OWNS THEM!
Chapter Two: "You should've Died…"
I twitched as I slept in my bed, feeling sweat on my forehead. I was having another nightmare. It was dark around me and there was a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach.
"Darry?" I called out now scared. I walked around some more feeling the hardness of the ground underneath my feet. "DARRY!" I yelled suddenly bumping into someone. I blinked startled and looked up at the person. It was him.
"Hello Ponyboy." He said my name as if I was special. I tried to scream but no noise came out of my throat.
"Wh-Where's my brother?" I asked feeling alarmed and looking around, panicked. He laughed.
"Look in your house, Ponyboy. Maybe he's there." He said with a sneer like smirk on his face. I turned around and started running to my house. I was in my neighborhood and finally reached my house. I burst through the door.
"DARRY WHERE ARE YOU?" I yelled scared for my brother. But I froze when I saw all of the gang lounging about. They looked like zombies.
"Hi Pony." Johnny greeted me, the two bullet wounds in his chest showing. But he was acting like it was fine. I felt like I was going to be sick.
"J-Johnny? Guys?" I questioned my voice squeaking. Two bit was laughing at the Tv but he heard me and his head turned.
"Hey Ponyboy! What took you so long to join the party?" he asked. My breathing was quickening and I backed up against the wall.
"Y-You guys should be dead!" I said wishing Darry was here. Where was he?
"We are Ponyboy. It's you that's not." Steve said holding his head up. His neck was obviously detached on the inside or something because he had been hanged. I gulped.
"Wh-What are you talking about?" I asked now getting panicky. Dallas walked towards me, along with Steve.
"Why didn't you die with Johnny? In fact, you and Darry should both be dead." Dallas's voice was like ice cooling out fire.
"DARRY!" I cried out and the gang just laughed. All but one of them. Sodapop, standing in the back, was frowning at me. I knew he didn't want to die; he didn't like the position he was in. He hated it.
"Soda-" but I froze when I saw the looks the gang gave me. Johnny looked over at me.
"Darry's dead Pony. Look for yourself." I ran to the bedroom skidding past Soda who had called my name out softly. I shoved the bedroom door open and saw Darry, lying on his bed with a knife in his chest.
"Darry!" I let out a sob and felt arms drag me back. I struggled against them.
"LET ME GO!" I yelled seeing it was Steve and Dallas. I past Soda and gave him a helpless look, but he only frowned. There was nothing he could do. He was underneath their spell.
"We got him for ya." Dallas said and I turned around, seeing him pointing a gun at me.
"Such a shame you had to die this way Ponyboy. I could've killed you when I had the chance." He said, glancing at Johnny then back at me. I was crying, pleading for him not to shoot the gun.
"Bye Pony." The guys waved and for a moment I thought I saw a look of sadness flash behind Johnny's eyes but it was gone as soon as it appeared. Soda was frowning the whole time and the rest of the guys grinned. They wanted me to die with them. I should've died those six months ago and Darry would've been left alone with the traumatization of our deaths to hurt his heart.
"Please, no!" I said and he cackled a laugh.
"Sorry Pony." He said and pulled the trigger sending me into shock…
I woke up screaming and my body feeling like it was on fire.
"Darry!" I cried softly and heard his voice.
"Pony It's okay I'm right here." Darry soothed me with his voice, gripping onto my arm. I sat up and hugged him tightly, feeling like I would lose him if I didn't. Darry frowned and hugged me back tightly.
"Ponyboy what happened? I heard you screaming and rushed over to your room." He said softly in a worried tone. I was too shocked from my dream I didn't even want to talk about it. My heart was just starting to slow down to its regular pace and I swallowed.
"I had a dream th-that you died and the gang was all alive. B-but they wanted me dead, Dare. They said I should've died when Johnny died." I started to quietly sob and Darry held me tightly. He knew about these kinds of dreams. I had them a lot.
"Alright kiddo, come on and sleep with me for the rest of the night. I think you'll feel at least a bit better." He said and I nodded, sniffling. I followed Darry tiredly to bed and laid down next to him, feeling a bit better.
I stared at the ceiling for what seemed like a half hour before I fell asleep. I thought about the gang, how I wish I could've died when Johnny died. Then I wouldn't have to suffer this way. Maybe we could've all died and just be together. I cried myself to sleep that night, missing the gang and wishing everything could just be normal and the way it used to be.
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