Epilouge: Sodapop Curtis
It's been four months since everything ended. Ponys' death took a big toll on me. I barly left the house for two months, sometimes, I could barely get out of bed. Every now and then, I'd just snap at Darry, I try my best not to, but I do. The drinking was the hardest to get rid of. For the first few weeks after Pony died, you could never see me without a bottle. Darry made me go to AA meetings, and that helpped me stop. When I started going out again, Darry got me a psychologist. I think I'm doing better every day. I'm not like my old self anymore. I'm not happy-go-lucky, I'm not smiling most of the time, I'm never laughing at any of Two-Bits' jokes anymore... Oh wait... he's not here anymore. I started hallucinating about a week ago, most of them are about Pony. One time, I hallusinated that Pony was coming in through the door from school. I'd even start talking to him, and I'd completely forget about everything that's happened. Every. Single. Thing. There've been voices in my head too, a womans' voice, a kids' voice, and Ponys' voice. The woman tells me to hurt myself, the kid tells me I'm not worth the space I take up, and Ponys' voice... Ponys' voice keeps me going, he tells me things like " If you leave Darry all alone in the world, I will not talk to you in the next life." And sometimes, he'll say funny stuff like " If you die any time soon, I'll kill you." Everything he had to say to me kept me from cutting myself, but to be honest... I slip up and start cutting. I don't mean to, I just can't help it. I'm doing my best not to! Honest! I hope Pony's not dissapointed in me, though. I realy do. All in all, life is gonna be hard with Pony gone, but at least he's with Mom and Dad now, and Two-Bit's probubly making him spit chocolate milk out of his nose with his jokes. Honestly, that sounds a whole lot better than what's going on down here, but it'll be a whole lot better if I listen to Ponys' voice, and just wait for my time.