All I Crave is Mercy Chapter 7

The anesthesia had all but a good effect on me.

I remained asleep, which was good at least. It was the deepest sleep I've ever surrendered under. I couldn't escape this form of sleep. It was mentally impossible for me to wander out of this sleep, no matter how hard I was shaken. No matter what I felt. No matter how hard my mind tortured me, I wouldn't wake up. And I assure you, it did.

Surrendering to this deep of a slumber also made me vulnerable for a thing that even makes Ponyboy Curtis shake.

Nightmares.

It's not like I hadn't had nightmares before; I had. I had a huge abundance of the tings hidden deep within my memory. My nightmares were usually just reflections of my life. Which simply makes them all the more terrible.

But this one… this one was different. Dally was included in this one.

I remember in the dream Dally and I walking up to my house. His arm was slung around my shoulder, and he had a smoke stuck between his lips. He took a long, weary drag on the thing and blows a perfect smoke ring. I watch the smoke ring drift up towards the clouds and vaguely wonder how it must feel to be as free as a smoke ring. A sudden, ominous feeling was dropped onto my shoulders as I turned and realized Dally was gone.

I panicked and looked frantically around for him, tough I simply couldn't find him. The ominous feeling grows and grows until it's like a monster eating away at my psyche. I'm losing my mind; I have to find Dally. I can't just allow him to slip through my nimble little fingers.

And suddenly, I heard a scream.

It's a tortured scream. It dragged on for only a few seconds, though it echoes in my ears for much longer than that. It sounds familiar- though I just cannot bring myself to identify the owner of such a screech. And then it hits me.

Dally.

I darted towards my house, where the scream still echoes. It sounded again and I ran faster, though ever step just got me farther away from my immediate destination. It suddenly occurred to me that there is simply no way for me to reach Dally in time.

It seemed like I only began to move when the retched screaming came to an end. I knew it'd be too late. But I persisted, for the sake of my Dallas. I ran in the open doorway and into the house, ready to fight the whole world if I had to if it meant getting Dally. I still didn't see Dally anywhere. I wandered into my room, and was so sickeningly appalled by what my eyes found that I felt my knees buckle, and a scream escaped my lips this time around.

Dally lay contorted and sprawled across my bedroom floor. Under him, a pool of crimson grew and grew, eating away at everything it came in contact with. His torso was vacated by a scattered arrangement of bleeding wounds, and the left side of his head resembled the canvas of a three-year-old who had come in contact with a can of red paint.

''J-Johnny-'' The thing gurgled as blood bubbled grotesquely from its crying mouth. I titled this creature a thing because there was no way in the world this contorted body was Dallas…. Right?

I felt my knees scrape against the ground as I dragged myself like a toddler across the floor to the heap of flesh. I got to him and I grabbed his head , careful to avoid the wound on the left side of his face. His crystal blue eyes stared up at me, no light left in them. They no longer shimmered; they were simply dull. Those beautiful eyes were dull. His golden hair was stained red, and if anyone were to see him they'd have never believed he was born a blonde.

Something shimmering caught my eye, and the one thing I was positive Dallas Winston was incapable of producing, fell to the ground. A tear. Dallas Winston was crying.

That broke me.

A quivering sob racked my body, and I double over. My own tears fell and mixed with the blood still draining from Dally. They turned a soft pink colour and slid to the ground, defeated.

I rested Dally's head on my lap and ran my hand down his right cheek, so as not to do him any more pain. He'd stare up at me with a blank expression, his eyes still dull and fading still.

''D-Dal…'' I mumbled, though due to my quivering lip. ''Dal- y-you can't d-d-die… you c-can't…'' I whispered as my voice cracked. ''I c-can't go o-on without y-you…'' I sniffled.

''D-Don't c-cry…'' he mumbled, blood spilling from his lips. It dribbled down his chin carelessly.

I stared down at him incredulously, almost unable to believe he could get that much out. I wiped the blood off of his chin and wiped it on my pants.

''I-I'm gonna h-help you, D-Dal. I'm g-gonna fix y-you… it's g-gonna be a-alright.''

''J-Johnnyc-cake… you,'' he coughed up more blood ''c-can't f-fix me… I-it's too l-late.'' Another tear fell. And another. Every tear that dropped broke me more.

''Don't say that!'' I screamed. I smoothed down his hair and bent over further so our foreheads were together.

''I l-love you… you c-can't just l-leave m-me…'' I mumbled foolishly. I knew it was futile. I knew he was already gone. But I just couldn't accept it. I could never accept that. Dally was my everything.

''J-Johnny, b-baby… I l-love y-you. I l-love you s-so much… y-you have to g-go on…. Okay? F-for m-me?'' And he stared up at me with those big blue eyes, the life melting out of them quicker than ever before until- they were empty. And his chest refused to rise. And one eccentric golden tear slid down his cheek.

And Dallas Winston died.

A/N:

Thanks for reading! This chapter was meant to make you cry, so if you did, review and tell me! Your tears will make my day! And you can take that whatever way you please! SO PLEASE. REVIEW.

Stay gold and stay tuff,

-A-T-S-G-