Firstly. WOW 14 REVIWES! wow thanks guys :) Now I don't know when I'm gonna update next, I don't know how many people know the author

AvengerOfLove she wrote a story titled THE SHARPEST LIVES.

Well she's my best friend and early today she had an epileptic fit, she's in hospital the now so I'm kinda down the now and not go much motivation but I will try to update. Thanks enjoy the chapter


'What a way to go, killed by a friend.' Dally thought

He was just sitting almost awaiting what was going to happen. He didn't like that he had a gun pointing at Ponyboy and that Darry was holding a gun at his own head. For the first time he was genuinely terrified. If he shot Ponyboy Darry may as well shoot him too. Even after everything he had gone through nothing was quite like this, not a thing.


Dally was seven, he stood by the door of his parents bedroom. His mom was carelessly throwing clothes into an open suitcase.

"Mom?" Dally asked "what you doing?"

"Move out the way."

It wasn't an answer, Mrs. Winston was running from room to room picking up things she would need. She wanted a fresh start away from her life in New York. Away from her son and husband. Dally just wanted an answer, but it was something that wasn't going to be given to him.

"Mom, what are you doing?" Dally asked again

"Leaving, now get out of the way." She replied pushing Dally aside

"Please, tell me. Was it something I done. I'll be good." Dally begged

"Just leave me alone Dallas." She replied

She picked up her suitcase from the bed and pushed Dally aside, but even when he was seven Dally would not be swayed so easily. Dally followed his mom out of the door of the little apartment. He just watched as she hailed a cab and took off, no backwards glance, no I'm gonna miss you, just nothing. Not even a wave. She just left. Drove off and never looked back, Dally learnt to do that not long after.


"Dally." Johnny called out quietly

"What is it?" Dally called back quietly

"I'm scared."

There was terror in the 16 year olds voice, more than normal. It sent chills down Dally's spine, he hated having a friend afraid, especially one as delicate as Johnny.


Dally was 10, he was cold and alone. First night in the cooler. But Dally wasn't cool. He was afraid, even terrified. The youngest in the place.

'Push it out of you Dal,' he told himself 'nothing can hurt you. Nothing can hurt you if you don't care.'

it had gone wrong that day, from being in a fight, to a bullet, to blood, to the fuzz showing and then to the cooler. Four of his friends (including him) were now in cells of their own, he had trusted so many people, everyone in his gang and people in between. All of which turned their backs on him. He was only ten.

'They're out to get you so push 'em away Dal.' he told himself 'keep 'em all out.'

Only ten years old and pushing people away. He watched his friends leave their parents came to get them, but Dally's dad didn't. So Dally waited, he was alone and cold and that was the first and last time Dallas Winston felt genuine terror in his life.


Dally didn't want to remember anything else, he had learned not to dive into the past since it proved no comfort for his memories. Unlike most of the gang he couldn't seek happiness in the past, it was dark and cold. Just like him and it was better off that way. He wasn't afraid to die.

Which was a good thing.

Another gun went off. Darry's face was now heavily covered in blood.

Dallas Winston down.

3 down 4 to go.


So down goes Dallas :(

Well thanks for reading and I'll see you when I update :)

Oh and if there are any mistakes that's because I'm dyslexic but I do try my hardest okay :)