After I was finished reading the letter, I could no longer see. The saline from my tears was blocking my vision. I stumbled out of the bathroom as I kept one hand cupped over my face, and the other clutching onto the letter. I kept bumping into things on the way out, making my arm and my bruises from the rumble hurt more. I collapsed on the ground after I came out of the bathroom, and of course, Dad didn't care.

Johnny. Shelley. Johnny. Shelley. Johnny. Shelley. Death.

Those two names and that one word wouldn't stop popping into my mind and I couldn't block them out. That's all I heard and all I saw. Two dead bodies, one hospital bed, one garage…

Life was useless. Without the two people I cared about most, my life was ruined. I got up and opened the front door, looking at what was ahead of me. Sucking in my gut I thought:
Now it's time for me to go.

I grabbed my unloaded gun and headed for the closest quick-mart.

While I was walking there, tears streaming down my face and my gasping for air when I got too choked up to breathe, I was thinking about what death would be like. I thought it through, and knew I wanted to go. To Heaven to see the two people I cared about most, and even if I went to Hell instead, life wasn't worth living on Earth. Ponyboy, Sodapop, Darry, Two-Bit, and Steve were not as important as Johnny and Shelley were to me. I realized that because of my thoughts my crying calmed, and I walked into the mart with a perfectly serious face.

I picked up a magazine from the stand to read while I thought of what I could do. I thought of a very simple plan to rob the store of money I obviously didn't need, later revolving around to a police chase.

"Want to buy one of those?" The store clerk asked.

Good. My plan was starting. I held the magazine in my two hands and inhaled slowly. Okay, here goes nothing.

I ripped the magazine.

The clerk told me I had to pay for it, so I went up to the desk, and with a helpless look on my face I pointed the gun to his head. "Don't shoot." I heard him say under his breath. The four words stung my throat as they came and pushed on my lips, forcing me to say them.

"Give me the money."

I said it really quietly, then a surge of anger and frustration shot through me.

"Give me the money!" I shouted again, and while the clerk was giving me the money and grumbling, I grabbed it and took off. It scared me that he shot twice, aiming at me. I thought he missed, but he didn't. I felt an excruciating pain shooting up my side, and it felt like there was now a small crack in my ribs. With all my might I ran as I heard the sirens of the police cars behind me. I ran to the payphone to call Darry-I wanted to see him and the gang for even the last three seconds of my life.

I quickly put in one of the quarters I stole from the store and dialed Darry's number. When someone answered, I was upset that it was Steve because I wanted to talk to Darry. I already felt like I was dying slowly.

"Hello, Darrell?" Who am I kidding. I knew it was Steve.

"Steve."

"I wanna talk to Darry."
"Okay, hold on Dally."

It only took about two seconds, but I was impatient already.

"Hello?"

"Darry, Darry. It's Dally." I panicked.

"Yeah?" He seemed concerned, and he should have been.

"I just robbed the store and the cops are after me. Can you meet me in the park?"

"Okay, we'll be right there."
I hung up the phone as soon as I could and took off running again. The police cars surrounded me, and I quickly ran up a nearby hill. With all my bravery I lifted the gun, though it wasn't loaded, and yelled.

"You'll never get me alive!"

"DROP IT." A policeman said sternly.

I heard two gunshots that sent me flying to the ground in pain. I wanted to shout stop, stop. Please stop. I'm dying already, please. But I couldn't. Without thinking I got up again and pointed my gun at them. After two more gunshots, I heard the muffled sound of yelling and screaming from what sounded like the gang. After one final gunshot, I could no longer get up. I crawled to the gang with all my might, even though it hurt like hell. The pain was so bad I could die any second. I sure felt it coming too. Soon enough I saw a silhouettes of the guys' legs. I lost all feeling.

"Pony…" I choked out. I had to tell him something but it hurt too much only to say one word.

I lost all sight. I could no longer see.

Then I lost all taste and smell. At least I couldn't taste my own blood anymore.

Loosing feeling was happening so fast, and the last thing I heard was Darry yell at the cops…

Then there I lay, motionless, bleeding, dead.

And that's it. (: reviews would be nice!