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I've become so numb, I can't feel you there
Become so tired, so much more aware
I'm becoming this, all I want to do
Is be more like me and be less like you
Stay awake. Don't fall asleep. Focus on driving. Those were the only three things I thought about and tried to accomplish. So far, I've forced myself to stay awake for the most part and I managed to focus on the road. Most of the time.
Curly has been passed out for the whole ride. I tried waking him up, but he was dead asleep. I've been driving for God knows how long. I lost track after five or six hours.
I yawned for the thousandth time and decided it was time to stop. I pulled into a gas station and got out. I heard Curly stirring in the passenger seat.
"Curtis, where are we," he mumbled.
"I don't know, but I'm going to go find out. Make yourself useful and fill up the car," I said, and walked inside. I walked up to the gas station and handed the cashier the money for gas.
"Excuse me sir, but can you tell me where I am," I asked politely.
"You're in Flexerville, Illinois," he replied, and went back to whatever he was doing.
"Thanks," I muttered, and walked out of the station.
My eye caught a payphone. I immediately thought about calling home. I just want to hear their voices, to know that they were okay. Sighing, I decided against that and walked back to the car.
"Curtis, you look dead tired! Why didn't you wake me up? I would've drove," Curly said.
"I did try to wake you up. You didn't even twitch," I grumbled.
"Oh. Sorry," he apologized, but I knew he didn't even mean it.
"Whatever," I muttered, and gave him the keys. I got into the passenger side and Curly got behind the wheel. He started the car and I let sleep overcome me.
XxX
(Darrys POV)
I stayed up the whole night, hoping Pony would come, but sadly he didn't. I got no sleep, even when I felt like I was about to pass out. I hoped Soda got some sleep. When he finds out that Pony didn't come home, he's going to search day and night for him. Even if I force him to stop, he'll find some way to go out and search.
I wonder if he's still like that. Ever since he changed himself, he didn't give a hell about Pony or me. He didn't even care if we were missing. He only cared about getting drunk and doing drugs. Now he suddenly changed and is almost acting like his old self.
I wonder if he will still go searching nonstop for him. Or maybe last night was just a onetime thing and now he's back to his drinking and doing drugs self. I pray to God he didn't go back to that. I miss my old brother. I feel like this is my fault that he did all that. I feel like it's my fault that our family is falling apart.
I was yanked from my thoughts when a door slammed.
"Dar, did he come home," Soda asked anxiously.
With the look on his face I didn't want to break the news to him. It would hurt him.
I sighed, not wanting to lie to him. "No, Soda. He didn't."
Soda just stood there, staring at the ground. I wanted to say something, but I couldn't find the words. There was as long, awkward silence. Finally Sodapop looked up and stared at me with a sad, pained look.
"Dar, we gotta find him," he muttered.
"We will," I stated firmly.
Now I had to think. Where would Pony run off to? Would he go back to Windrexville? He could be anywhere right now. I hope Pony didn't run far. I just want to bring him back.
I got up off the couch and got my keys. "Come on," I said, and walked out the door.
Soda was right on my tail, following me to the truck. We both got in and sat there.
"Okay, where are we going to look first," Soda asked anxiously.
I thought for a moment. Two people searching for a boy who could be anywhere would not cut it. We need more people.
"We'll start in town," I said, and started driving.
(Five hours later)
I'm dead tired. We searched all over, but got no luck. Where are you Pony? I hope he didn't go far. Knowing him, he has gotten into trouble or did something that he would regret.
"Dar, where could he be," Soda complained
"I honestly don't know," I sighed and got back into the truck.
This search is going to be hard with just two people.
"We need more help," I sighed.
"But who would we ask to help," he asked.
Who would help us? The only people we know who would want to help would be Two-Bit and Steve. But would they even care? They hate us. I never see Two-Bit anymore. I don't know if Soda hangs with Steve. I doubt it.
"Two-Bit and Steve," I said.
XxX
I hear screaming and crying, pleading and begging. I'm running in darkness, unable to escape this place. I don't know where I'm going. Soon I see two people ahead. I see their faces. It's Darry and Soda.
I screamed for them, but they just stood there. I tried to run to them, but something is holding me back. I screamed for them again, but soon they faded away.
I woke up and started breathing hard. I looked around and saw that I'm in a car. Just a nightmare, I thought and sighed with relief. I looked at the driver's side and saw it empty. Where's Curly? I got out of the car and saw that we were at a gas station. I wonder where we are. It was night time. I wonder how long we've been driving.
I walked out into the open and stared up at the sky. I saw stars starting to appear in the sky. I sighed. I hope Soda and Darry are doing okay. I miss them a lot. I hope they're happy I'm gone.
Can't you see that you're smothering me,
Holding too tightly, afraid to lose control?
'Cause everything that you thought I would be
Has fallen apart right in front of you.
