A/N: YAY! My last chapter! Please enjoy!
I nearly spat my food up after what my Dad had just said. "What do you mean by 'nothing gold can stay'? What does that have to do with this life?"
"This is all a dream, remember? No dream can stay…" my Dad replied. I was suddenly scared of his answer and of this dreamed-up life.
"You don't remember again, Ponyboy?" my Mom asked. I shook my head. Then, I saw a car out the window, speeding up to it. Mom and Dad turned to see what I was staring at and then turned back to me with tears running down their eyes and their smiles vanished.
"We love you, Ponyboy, Sodapop, and Darry," they said in unison as they waved, then the car hit them and both the car and they faded away. And that's when I realised.
This was the dream I had after Mom and Dad died.
I wanted to wake up and be out of this so called dream life already. It wasn't even a dream life after all. It was a nightmare life. I wanted to forget all about this dream… or nightmare. Whatever it was, I wanted to get out of it already. But I couldn't wake up. I couldn't go back.
After Mom and Dad faded away, everything was dark. All was black. I was frantic. I tried to run, but I could only feel my muscles twitching and not moving an inch. My feet were like bricks on the ground. I just froze. I called out for help. Nothing. Voices, mocking me were all around me instead.
"Just shove off, kid!"
"Yeah, hood!"
"They're never coming back to you. Never!"
"They don't love you!"
"Yes, they do!" I yelled at the top of my lungs.
"No, they don't! Nobody does!"
"That's not true! My family and the gang both love me!" I screamed back.
"Then why aren't they doing anything for you right now?"
"They probably can't move like I can't!"
"They can move, and they aren't moving to you!" then, a light came before me and I saw all the horror. There were shadows, living shadows all over and each individual member of the gang was running around like crazy. Then, there was a fire around Johnny, and he fell to his face.
"My back… I can't feel my back…" he yelped. Then, he turned white and died.
"NO! Johnny, please don't die! You're the only thing I love!" Dally called out to him. Still, Johnny was dead. "If you die, then I die!" Dally said as he took out the gun he used for a bluff and pointed it to some men that looked like they were from the fuzz with red, glowing eyes. I watched helplessly as he was shot to death.
Darry then started yelling at me. "It's all your fault!" he said, looking straight at me.
"No! I didn't want all of this to happen in the first place!" I called back to him. Then, my throat felt like ice and I couldn't shout.
"Yes you did! You never think about anything except for this!" then, he faded away. Two-Bit was then talking to me.
"If you had just done what you were told for once…" he said sadly as he was blown away like dust. Then it was Steve.
"You stupid kid! If you would just listen to one of your brothers for once… just once…" he said before he fell to the ground and faded away. Next, Soda looked at me, sadness in his eyes.
"Gosh, Pony, I don't know what to say," he said before he disappeared too.
"NO! Why are they gone?" I cried to nowhere. Then, the shadows and the fuzz with red eyes turned to me and stared crowding around me. I covered my face with my hands. "NO! Darry, I'm sorry. I'm sorry for not doing what I'm told! I'm sorry for all the trouble I've caused! Darry, please help me! PLEASE!"
*****
It was about 11:00 p.m. and I was nearly wiped out. I was losing energy from just blinking. I had to stay awake, though. Stay awake for Ponyboy, I thought to my self. Stay awake for Pony.
I decided to just lie down beside him for something to do. When I wrapped my arm around him, I felt a moist shirt and a shaking body. I took his temperature, which was 99 degrees. His fever had gone down, and yet he was sweating like… like… like after those dreams he had, about Mom and Dad. I didn't want to wake him up, though, so I kept my arm around him, thinking it would comfort him.
His breathing then became faster and faster. "Yes, they do!" he yelled. That was really loud; I thought it broke my eardrums. A minute later, he screamed again. "That's not true! My family and the gang both love me!" At that point I was trying to wake him up.
"Pony? Ponyboy, wake up! Pony!" I nearly yelled in his ear while shaking him to death. He didn't respond. Then, after a few seconds, he started again.
"They probably can't move like I can't!" he called. Then, he started screaming.
"PONYBOY! WAKE UP!" I was yelling to his face, which was red and sweaty. He started yelling again.
"No! I didn't want all of this to happen in the first place!" his breathing was then very hoarse. That's when Darry came busting through the door.
"What's goin' on?" he asked.
"I don't know! He's just yellin' outta nowhere!" I told him. "Gosh, Pony, I don't know what to say," I then whispered to him, explaining that for once I didn't know what to say to him. In two seconds flat, he started the scary stuff again.
"NO! Why are they all gone?" and then five more seconds later, he started it again. "NO! Darry, I'm sorry. I'm sorry for not doing what I'm told! I'm sorry for all the trouble I've caused! Darry, please help me! PLEASE!" I looked at Darry, panic in my eyes.
*****
It was 11:00 p.m. and Pony was screaming like he was being attacked by a wild animal. He asked for me, so I went up to him.
"Pony! What is it?" I asked him in a panicky way.
"Get them away from me! Darry, please help!" he screamed to me. I then went across the room and threw some books on the floor and made some grunting sounds as I pretended to beat someone up. "Darry, I'm so sorry for all the things I've done to make you angry!" he yelped as I was doing this.
"Don't worry, buddy, it's okay," I reassured him, pretending to pant. Then I asked him if I'd got 'them' all.
"Yes, yes I think you have. Come here, Darry!" he said. He gave me a hug. After I walked away, I asked Soda if he wanted the light on at all.
"Yeah, sure. Maybe I won't feel so tired then if I think it's day!" he replied as he sat on the bed. Before I walked out, Pony woke up. After few seconds of him looking at Soda blankly, he started to talk.
"Soda…" he said in a weak, hoarse voice. "is somebody sick?" he seemed to not be having a dream anymore, at least.
"Yeah," Soda replied in a gentle voice. "Go back to sleep now,"
"Am I sick?" Pony asked him. Soda stroked his hair like he had about a million times since he fainted.
"Yeah, you're sick. Now be quiet,"
"Is Darry sorry I'm sick?" he asked him. I nearly said 'yes', but Soda answered for me.
"Yeah, he's sorry you're sick. Now please shut up, will ya honey? Go back to sleep," after Pony went back to sleep again, Soda turned to me. "You've been a good brother, Darry," he told me.
"You have, too," I told him. I finally felt relaxed and fell asleep on the armchair.
A/N: Now my story is FINISHED! *bows to the wonderful crowd* Thank you! Thank you! You know what would make me even HAPPIER? *crowd replies by saying 'no'* If you R&R! Pretty pretty please? ;D oh, and just one more thing…
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