My medicine raddled as I tossed it up in the air. I was bored. There is nothing to do. I thought about visiting Johnny, but Steve sent me off, saying that Johnny cannot always have me hanging around. I could not find Two-Bit anywhere. That leaves Soda.
I threw the small bottle, which contained two pills, up in the air one more time before pocketing it and leaving my room. It has only been a few weeks, but I memorized the floorplans of most of the floors in the hospital. But finding someone would be hard. Not only is most of the people here wearing similar garbs, but everyone was moving around, doing small activities.
That's when I saw someone out of place than the others. Soda was slouched forward, hand on the wall, and a flirty smile on his face. His eyes were filled with lust. In front of him was a beautiful woman, a small smile on her face. She was wearing a nurse's outfit.
I could just barely make out some of the words they were saying from where I stood. "Sandy…you are… and…you."
The girl, who must have been Sandy, blushed as Soda leaned in to whisper something in her ear. He then leaned forward and planted a small kiss on the corner of her mouth. I could feel my ears going red. I have no business here. I spun around and walked the other way.
Something about Soda was not right. It was like he was a different person. Another persona. That must have been the womanizer that Soda was talking about.
I walked towards the direction of Johnny's room. Maybe I could talk to Johnny now.
When I got there, Steve was walking out of the room. We locked eyes before he trudged off with a groan. He must really hate this job.
I entered the room. "Hey, Johnny!" I greeted. Johnny looked up from his corner, relaxing a bit. But he did not answer back. I sat down in front of him. "Do something. I'm bored out of my mind."
Amusement flashed in Johnny's dull eyes but it was instantly changed into curiosity and worry when a flash of that fire went through my head. I guess my expression changed.
"What's…wrong…?" He croaked out.
I shook my head. "It's really nothing." I rubbed my arms. The feeling of being watched was back. My eyes observed the room. It felt like the shadows were moving around.
A feeble hand touched my arm. I did not have to look to know who it was. I took a deep breath. Johnny was going to make me spill.
"Well… during the confession… they made me try to remember my past and I think I did…but… it was way too surreal. There was fire everywhere, my dad… Oh, Johnny, I don't know what to think. It can't be true…"
"Go find…out."
I nodded. "You're right. I'll go check out my files. See you later?"
Johnny gave me a tight smile and nodded. I stood up from the ground and left the room, walking to the front desk stealthily.
"Marcia?" I asked once I was there. The front desk was vacant. With a shrug, I walked behind the desk and to the file counter where I thumbed through the files until I found one labeled my name. I pulled it out, looking around once more, and opened it. The paper clipped to the first page was a school picture of myself. I scanned through the page.
Ponyboy Michael Curtis
Birthday: July 22, 1952
Current School: Will Rogers High School
Disorder: Schizophrenia
Siblings: None
Mother: Sarah Lucy Curtis (deceased)
Father: David Darrel Curtis (deceased)
I froze at the information. Both of my parents were dead? But… didn't Darry say otherwise? Was he lying? My knuckles started to turn white as they tightened around the file. How did they die? My mind shouted warnings at me to not go any further, but I just had too. I flipped to the next page where a newspaper article was cut out.
Wednesday, Sarah Curtis was killed in an accident. Both her and her son, Ponyboy, were seated in the car, driving down the freeway when their car swerved out of control and fell down a trench, flipping a few times before landing on the bottom. Besides the car, there was only one casualty: Sarah Curtis. Her son left the accident with only a few scars. But, Ponyboy Curtis, before put in an ambulance, got up and disappeared.
Memories flashed in my head from that day. I was in the passenger's seat; my mom was driving. I was reading a book… Gone with the Wind? I looked up from the book to look at the setting sun and out at the end of my vision there was a small silhouette. As we drove closer, I started to see what it was more clearly. It was that man I saw in that vision in the fire. I remembered shouting at mom to watch out for him; she only screamed in surprise and looked at me confused. I was so puzzled at her reaction, but I had to do something. I grabbed the wheel, swerving it to one side to avoid hitting him, but the car went too far and then everything went black.
I killed her? I killed my mom…
My breath shook as I turned to the next article.
Wednesday, the house that belongs to Sarah Curtis and David Curtis, with their son, Ponyboy, was lit aflame. A few hours after the disappearance of Ponyboy, the house caught on fire. It was found that this was not a coincidence. David Curtis was home that day, as told the neighbors, when Ponyboy ran in the house bloodied up. It was a few minutes later when they had heard a scream emit from the house and loud noises. It was soon after when the house caught on fire, quickly spreading. Moments later, firefighters and ambulances came to the scene. The alive body of Ponyboy Curtis was carried out and taken away, but the body of the father was not found. He was cremated in the house during the fire.
By now, tears were falling down my cheeks. He killed them? Both of his parents were killed on the same day.
"Ponyboy?"
I looked past my shoulders and saw Darry there, a worried look on his face. This expression angered me to no end. Why would he be feeling sorry for me? "You lied to me!" I snapped, turning around and marching up to the larger man. Darry looked at the file in my pallid hands and he came into realization.
"Listen—"
"No! I'm done listening to you! You told me that they were okay! You told me I was here because of a fight! Is everything you had said to me a lie?"
When I looked in Darry's collected eyes, I saw a mixture of both that man from the fire and him. I threw the file at his face and threw a swift punch. Darry looked surprised, cradling his soon-to-be bruised face. But the phase did not last long. Darry quickly pressed a button on the desk and in seconds, I was pinned to the floor by other councilors.
I can just hear that man's cackles as I was brought back up to my feet and forced down the hallway. I squirmed and struggled against the hold, but one teen can only do so much.
"Let me go!" I growled. Patients pushed out of the way, some joining to watch my departure. My teary eyes scanned the crowd.
He was everywhere. That man was in my line of sight, everywhere I looked. Why couldn't anyone see him? My eyes caught a hold of Soda's eyes. His eyes were wide. I gave him a pleading look for help. He caught on. In front on my eyes, Soda's face changed completely. His shocked look turned into a scowl.
Dean.
The persona marched to the captors, glaring them down. They froze in place, eyes wide in fear. They have all seen 'Dean'. Dean lashed out, punching one strait in the jaw and elbowing another. The grip on me loosened and I broke free, stumbling to the cold ground. Before me, Dean kicked ass. It seemed like no one was a match for him. Then a girl pushed through everyone. Sandy. Behind her back, she held a needle. Dean's attention turned to her, diverting his attention from the councilors who jumped on him, pinning him down. Dean spat out curses that made me cringe. Around us, patients were cheering, wanting more action. But it looked to be over soon, and Sandy brought the needle closer to Dean's neck.
The shrilling squeak of a door, stopped everyone. The point of the syringe was only a few centimeters away from soft skin. I turned around, following the sound. The door to Johnny's room opened. At first, I thought it was Steve. But the figure that peeked out was not quite as tall as him. A dark-toned skin young man looked out.
"Johnny," I breathed out.
o-o-o
Notes:
-'That man' will continued to be referenced to that guy Ponyboy keeps seeing. He is not an actual person. Just someone that Ponyboy imagined at set up lies with that frightened him. More is revealed later.
-Since the book never actually referenced Ponyboy's parents, I had to make up names, so sorry if you think the name should be otherwise.
-Soda is obviously really protective over Ponyboy. Like the book, they are like brothers (but they are bros in the book) even though they recently just met.
-Time is obviously moving quickly and already has been a month or so since Ponyboy arrived. Thus, Johnny's relationship with him is pretty tight.
-Dally will be further introduced soon.
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