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Disclaimer: I do not own The Outsiders.
Darry's POV
It was about a week since Soda had left. He still hadn't come back. We tried to find him, but had no luck.
Johnny kept going on and on about some creepy house every time we tried to talk about Soda being gone. I just thought he was crazy, and that there was no such thing as the creepy abandoned house right outside of town.
A few days later, I was called to fix the roof of some home outside of town.
I figured this was just any old house. When I drove up, a few of my co-workers had already come, and ere checking the old looking place out.
"Wow, what a messed up roof that building has. Looks like we got a lot of work to do," I said to myself and the others, getting the supplies out of the back of my truck.
There were people inside, I could here. I couldn't understand what they were saying, partially from the fact that they were all mumbling with slurred voices and because I could barely even hear that over the noises coming from the others.
As I tore at the old, rotting roof, I noticed little bits of white, or yellow, powder under the roofing. I just brushed that away. I had ripped one piece up, however. There were a few paint remover bottles, as well as a few tubes of compressed air, normally used for whipped cream. I could see the word "Whippets" on the side of each bottle.
I could hear what sounded like air leaving one of those bottles. I picked it up and looked closely around to try and find the hole. That was a mistake
When I found the hole, the compressed air shot right in my face. That startled me, which caused me to breathe in the compressed air.
I have to say, the sixty seconds of high in that moment made me feel better than I ever had in my entire life.
I had snuck a few more of the whippet bottles into my pocket. I was tired from working fifteen hours the day before. These helped me stay awake.
For the whole day, I had worked a few minutes, than huffed from a whippet bottle. I didn't realize that I was actually getting high. I would have never thought. I was just breathing air. That's all I thought of it. not that I was breathing in something that was causing an actual high.
The day was done. I had used up all the bottles about an hour before. I HAD to get more. I felt low and sad without that wonderful feeling.
That day, I went right out to the store and bought multiple bottles, using up the little cash I had on me. I felt it was worth it.
When I got home, I stayed in my car to take a puff. I've noticed lately that Pony has been acting strange. Randomly a few days ago, I caught him sitting in the bathroom, staring at his hand like it was the most gorgeous thing in the world.
That was awkward walking in on.
"I'm telling you!" Johnny said when her came over that night. "Soda is in there! In that abandoned house I told you about!"
"Johnny no he aint," Pony said, sitting next to him on the couch. "He's probably just staying at some friend of his. He would never stoop as low as living in an abandoned place like that.
"Like you two had too?" Two-Bit said, laughing. Johnny sighed. Pony just looked irritated.
"I'll be right back," Johnny said, getting up. "Pony, I need to talk to you."
Johnny's POV
I seriously needed to talk to Ponyboy. It was as if all of a sudden, the whole town was on drugs. Maybe they had always had.
A few days before, I had noticed a drug dealer watching some young, weak looking middle class boy. The boy was just with his friends, not doing anything bad. The man came up to them. He grabbed the boy, pulled out a syringe, and forced him to take the drugs they FORCED him to.
I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Not once had I ever seen someone do that to a person. I've seen many, MANY kids get jumped in the past, but not once had I ever seen them drugged during the jumping.
This guy wasn't doing it just to make him delusional for the beating. He literally told the kid when he needed more of the drug.
I never knew a person could be so evil. Drugging them up just to get a new customer. It was horrible to witness.
"Pony, have you seen what's been going on lately?"
"No?" Pony said, confused.
When I explained, however, he didn't believe me. he was the kind of person to believe in the good in people. He thought someone would never to something like that. that naïve little bastard.
Okay that's mean to say. He did have his reasons not to believe in that.
"Fine," I said, getting up. "Don't believe me. What are the chances of that happening to any of us anyway," I sighed, getting my jacket on. "I gotta go. I'm goin' home for the night."
"Johnny, you shouldn-
"I wanna go home, and I'm gonna go. Goodnight Ponyboy.
With that, I had left, to walk home alone in the dangerous, endless night.
Leaving that night was definitely a mistake.
What do you guys think? Sorry, I know the whole thing with forcing a person to use a drug might be a bit of an exaggeration. I'm just trying to show the merciless mind of a drug addict. Besides, it probably does happen sometimes. Please review.
