Are you Sure....Maybe It's A Mistake

Disclaimer: Nope, not mine. I only own the plot.
A/N Thanks to all the reviewers and thanks to those who helped me out on this chapter.
I checked for errors , and hopefully I caught them.

* Steve's POV*
*That day*

When I finished hanging out with Two Bit, I decided to go back to the Curtis'. Hopefully, I could get Soda's mind off of Pony. I bet nothing's wrong with the kid, but sometimes Soda obsesses when it comes to Ponyboy. Right before I got to the house I saw Johnny trying to master his crutches. They had metal hoops that attached to his arms, enabling him to move around.
" Hey Johnnycakes," I called.
Johnny looked in my direction and grinned. I could see the concentration in his face as he hobbled over to me.
"Hi Steve,"
Johnny took a few steps forward and I quickly followed him.
"So where ya headed?" he asked.
" Curtis place, Soda's kinda upset."
" Is something wrong?"
" He thinks something's wrong with Pony, I bet the kid's just being a brat,"I said bitterly.
Johnny stopped and leaned against his crutches.
" Steve, you know Pony's not the bratty type."
I just grumbled and then Johnny sighed and started moving again.
" He's a really good kid when you get to know him," he said.
I rolled my eyes and walked next to Johnny.
"I'd really rather not,"
He shrugged, or at least as much as he could.
"Ok, but I'm telling you he's a great kid."
He didn't say anything, and that meant I didn't have to either. I looked at Johnny and felt a pang of hatred towards Ponyboy. If he had never stayed out late in the lot that night none of this would've happened. I blamed Pony for Johnny's condition, but I could never tell anyone.
Johnny and I reached the house and I helped him up the steps. He shot an apologetic look at me and I just shrugged as if to say,
" What are friends for?"
Johnny seemed to get the idea because he just nodded. I opened the door, and we both went inside. Ponyboy was sitting on the couch writing in some journal of his.
" Hey kid," Johnny said and tried to be cheerful.
Pony looked up at us and stared at us for a moment.
"Hello," he finally said and went back to his journal.
I looked over at Johnny, and he just looked at Pony and then motioned towards the kitchen with a questioning look in his eyes. I gave a quick nod and we left the room.
When Soda told me he thought something was wrong with Ponyboy, I thought he just meant that the kid was being kind of quiet. Now I could see what he meant.
Soda was sitting at the kitchen table wiping at his eyes.
" Hey Soda, you ok?" I asked and Johnny and I both sat down.
" Did you guys see Pony?" he asked.
" Yeah, we saw him," Johnny said softly.
" Now do you see what I mean Steve?" he asked.
" Damnit Soda, I think you're making a big deal out of nothing! Yeah, he doesn't look so great, but what makes you think there's something wrong?" I asked.
" He wrote a poem....." Soda said.
" And? What does that have to with anything?" I half asked, half yelled.
Johnny reached out and put a hand on my shoulder. I was starting to let my temper get the best of me.
" What about the poem?" Johnny asked.
Soda sighed and began,
" I found a poem of Pony's. I didn't really think about it until I noticed these words. Such as; blood, sharp, pain, release, and falling."
Johnny gave me a puzzled look.
" What are you getting at?"I asked.
" Those scratches on his arms......" Soda trailed off.
" Yeah, what are those from anyway?" Johnny wondered out loud.
" One of the razor blades was missing this morning," Soda said numbly.
" Did Darry take it?" I asked.
" You don't think?" Johnny asked.
" I don't know, I hope not."
" Think what?"
" Don't you get it Steve? The poem, the way he's been acting, the scratches, the missing razor blade." Soda said.
" I didn't know he was so upset," Johnny said quietly.
" None of us did," Soda said.
I still wasn't entirely sure what was going on. I looked at Soda and gave him a perplexed look.
" My little brother is cutting himself, Steve! He's using a razor or whatever else to hurt himself!" Soda yelled.
" Are you sure?" I asked. I didn't want this to be the case. I wanted Pony to just be tired or something. I don't how the gang can take anything else like the whole deal with the Socs and Bob.
" Maybe it's a mistake?" I suggested.
Soda shook his head and wiped at his cheeks.
" No, I know it's not."
" What would make him so upset?" Johnny brought the issue up again.
" I think he blames himself for all that's happened." Soda said.
For a minute, I couldn't look either of them in the eye. Luckily, neither one of them noticed.
" That's not true," Johnny said.
" I know that and you know that, but he still blames himself." Soda said
" Have you tried talking to him about it?" I asked.
" I've tried asking him why he seemed so upset, but he wouldn't say anything. I don't know how to tell him I know about this. " Soda said weakly.
It wasn't fair. Why did Pony always have to cause these situations?
" Does Darry know?" Johnny asked him.
" No, I just found out today. I don't know how to tell him."
I decided to be helpful towards my best friend.
" I'm sure you'll figure something out," I said.
" Yeah," Johnny added.
" What if we can't reach him, guys?" Soda asked.
" He might........." Johnny didn't finish his sentence.
Soda nodded sadly and I tried to comfort him. We all knew what Johnny meant to say. Soda's quiet, studious, poetic little brother might commit suicide if we couldn't reach him. How could we reach him if we didn't even know where he was?

A/N. That was chapter four ( Thank you Captain Obvious)
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Fyre