I looked down to my brother on the floor grabbing his chest. My heart
droped and my stomach turned as he squirmed on the floor. I looked to the
group of Socs that stood at a pretty good distance, all of them looked
disgusted. I looked back to Bob and he was standing there with the gun to
his temple and his finger on the trigger.
"Good riddance stupid hood!" Bob called out tapping the gun against his fore-head then putting the gun back into his pocket.
"What did you do!" I yelled out, not really gonna do nothin' he did have a gun.
Pony was bawlin over Darry, and I was trying to hold back tears. I told the guys not to just stand there, and to help me bring him to the hospital. Once we were able to get Darry to the E.R the doctors said that it would be a long shot but they might be able to help him. The doc said some other stuff but I wasn't paying no mind to it, I was too worried about Darry.
"Do you think Darry 'll be alright?" Pony asked me between sniffs.
"Don't worry about it kid, he'll be fine, as for that Bob, I'm not to sure..." I said sort of steameda
"Don't do nothin your gonna regret Soda, don't go and end up like Darry." Two-bit said looking at me seriously, and not sounding drunk for a change.
"Forget it, I wont end up like him. I know what I'm doing...." I said try to convince myself that I was.
"Just promise me if he pulls out the gun you will high tail it outta there." Said Pony with a muffled voice.
"Alright, alright I promise." I finally said, not really sure if I meant it or not...
I walked out of the hospital in search of Bob, I knew at that time i wansn't keep'n no promise. I wanted revenge, and I'll get it, even if I have to die tryin'. I stoped by Dally's, and asked if he still had that gun of his, and asked to borrow it. I knew i'd need it at some point. He gave me some ammo with it, which he usually never carried.I put the gun in my pocket and went to the field. I noticed that the Socs were gone, but Bob was there smok'n a weed. I looked at him hard, and he looked at me with his gun in his hand. When he looked at me, it scared me somthin awfull. I pulled Dally's gun and aimed carefully as walked closer and closer. I stoped about 15 steps from him, and grinned while aiming.
"Ready to pay for your crime dirt bag?!" I called out obviously angry.
"What you gonna do scre me with your knife?" He said sacastically
No, I'm gonna shoot ya!" I yelled out as he pulled up his gun and we pulled the trigger at the same time.
I felt the bullet rip into my skin, and through my guts. But I still saw as he fell dead with a hole in his head. I felt weak, I saw my life flash before my eyes, and my life kinda sucked. But a half hour had passed, and I couldn't see speak or feel nothin, so I laid there, and suddenly I felt nothing, everything lifted from my mind, my heart stoped and I stoped breathing... I was dead.
(Story continued from Pony's point of view in chapter 6. Chapter 6 is the final chapter, so get ready for the end.)
"Good riddance stupid hood!" Bob called out tapping the gun against his fore-head then putting the gun back into his pocket.
"What did you do!" I yelled out, not really gonna do nothin' he did have a gun.
Pony was bawlin over Darry, and I was trying to hold back tears. I told the guys not to just stand there, and to help me bring him to the hospital. Once we were able to get Darry to the E.R the doctors said that it would be a long shot but they might be able to help him. The doc said some other stuff but I wasn't paying no mind to it, I was too worried about Darry.
"Do you think Darry 'll be alright?" Pony asked me between sniffs.
"Don't worry about it kid, he'll be fine, as for that Bob, I'm not to sure..." I said sort of steameda
"Don't do nothin your gonna regret Soda, don't go and end up like Darry." Two-bit said looking at me seriously, and not sounding drunk for a change.
"Forget it, I wont end up like him. I know what I'm doing...." I said try to convince myself that I was.
"Just promise me if he pulls out the gun you will high tail it outta there." Said Pony with a muffled voice.
"Alright, alright I promise." I finally said, not really sure if I meant it or not...
I walked out of the hospital in search of Bob, I knew at that time i wansn't keep'n no promise. I wanted revenge, and I'll get it, even if I have to die tryin'. I stoped by Dally's, and asked if he still had that gun of his, and asked to borrow it. I knew i'd need it at some point. He gave me some ammo with it, which he usually never carried.I put the gun in my pocket and went to the field. I noticed that the Socs were gone, but Bob was there smok'n a weed. I looked at him hard, and he looked at me with his gun in his hand. When he looked at me, it scared me somthin awfull. I pulled Dally's gun and aimed carefully as walked closer and closer. I stoped about 15 steps from him, and grinned while aiming.
"Ready to pay for your crime dirt bag?!" I called out obviously angry.
"What you gonna do scre me with your knife?" He said sacastically
No, I'm gonna shoot ya!" I yelled out as he pulled up his gun and we pulled the trigger at the same time.
I felt the bullet rip into my skin, and through my guts. But I still saw as he fell dead with a hole in his head. I felt weak, I saw my life flash before my eyes, and my life kinda sucked. But a half hour had passed, and I couldn't see speak or feel nothin, so I laid there, and suddenly I felt nothing, everything lifted from my mind, my heart stoped and I stoped breathing... I was dead.
(Story continued from Pony's point of view in chapter 6. Chapter 6 is the final chapter, so get ready for the end.)