*Steve*
We haven't seen Dally since he stormed out two days ago. We've been worried about him since then but we know that he wasn't picked up by the fuzz or anything since, we would've got word about that if he did. We did hear about him having some kind of out burst near the movie house. Some red-headed chick told us when she came. Johnny seemed to know her.
I looked over at Soda, he was hold Pony's hand begging him to wake up. He's been doing that for hours now. His eyes were red and puffy from his crying.
I looked over at the kid, he hasn't moved on his one at all. Sometimes his mouth would move, but the doctors said it was just a reaction of his brain steams trying to connect or something.
But Soda kept thinking that Pony was trying to talk…he was going to drive himself crazy doing that,
"C'mon Pony. You have a great view of the city outside your window. Don't cha wanna wake up and see it?"
The only noise after that was the Sighing of the machine that was breathing for Pony.
I stood then and walked over the my best friend putting a hand on his shoulder. He just looked at me with the saddest smile I ever seen. "He's gonna be fine. He's just sleeping…hes so stressed out, he needs his rest.."
"Soda…" I squeezed his shoulder, it was all I could do. He wouldn't go home, he said if Ponyboy woke up he'd want to be by his side.
Darry was no better off, he was sitting at the window looking out. If he wasn't at Pony's side, he was there. Just looking out. He had brought some of Pony's books. "He'd want to read." Was all he had said when he had brought them.
There was knock at the door and we turned to see a small ground standing at the door. Johnny, Two-Bit, Curly and Tim Shepard, Dally and that red-headed chick and her brunette friend.
"Hey." Johnny greeted as they walked in. Two-Bit came in carrying a large record player. "What's all that?" I heard Darry ask.
"it's a song Johnny picked out, he said Ponyboy likes it."
"Yeah. It goes along with that poem by Robert Frost. He always wanted it, so I found the record of it." Johnny said holding up record.
I watched and Two-Bit sat up the record player and take the type from Johnny, placing in on the player.
Darry stood, dragging his chair over the empty spot on the other side of Pony taking the boys hand.
"You'll like this Pony. Remember the first time we head it? At the Music Shop? You asked the manager to play it everyday when you came…almost drove him nuts, but he did it." Johnny squeezed Ponys left foot.
Two-Bit then turned on the player placing the needle on the black disk.
Soon the sound of a harmonica and other instruments filled the room. Its soft melody sent chills down my spine then a males voice took over sweetly and softly with the music.
Seize upon the moment long ago
One breath away and there you will be
So young and carefree
Again you will see
That place in Time....So Gold!
Steal into that way back when
You thought that all would last forever
But like the weather
Nothing can ever...and be in time
Stay Gold
Everyone was crying by then…We'll not everyone.
Dally stood their stiff as a rock, but his eyes were teary. Tim and Curly had left the room at sometime, but I could see their outlines through the curtains.
Two-Bit wasn't facing the group so I really couldn't tell…but his shoulders were shaking.
Everyone else was crying Johnny was sitting on the ground his face in his hands, but the tears were running though. Cherry and her friend were crying and weren't hiding it.
Soda was hunched over bawling, his hand clutching Pony's. Darry was crying as well, he just let the tears fall freely…for once.
But can it be
When we can see
So vividly
A memory
And yes you say
So must the day
Too, fade away
And leave a ray of sun
So Gold
I brought my hand up to touch my face since it felt usually wet…that when I found out I was crying.
Life is but a twinkling of an eye
Yet filled with sorrow and compassion
Though not imagined
All things that happen
Will age too old
Though Gold
Though Gold
The song ended with the harmonica and I glanced around the room, everyone was silent. It wasn't a normal silence. But one filled with sadness and depression. I guess it hit everyone at the same time, even through no one wanted to believe it.
Ponyboy Curtis, was infact, going to change. The machines and tubes prove that…
Its funny how a song like that can just make everything clear….
"He moved his hand!" Soda's voice broke through the silence.
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I use spell checks…I reread it…excuse errors