Disclaimer: I do not own the Outsiders, I only own the plot
A/N Yes, I know it's been forever but I have a good excuse. I was
one of the props people for our school musical and now it's over so I can
update. Pony is now in the Psych ward. This doesn't really take place in
the 60s. The poem "Stay" belongs to me.
*Steve's Pov*
* Two Days later*
" Pony, are you hungry?" Darry asked his little brother.
" No," was the only reply Darry got
Darry looked at the nurse who had brought in the food and gave her
an apologetic smile. She just smiled back and left the room.
" Come on Pony you gotta eat," Soda pleaded.
" He's right, this isn't good for you," Johnny told him.
" Quit being so damn stubborn," Dally said.
Pony struggled to sit up in his hospital bed and when he finally did
so, he shot Dally a death glare.
" This might not be like that other food you've had," I said
Now, Pony turned and looked at me.
" I'm still in the hospital," he said icily.
" Just a different part of it," he added
" Well, would you look at that, Pony's Jell-O is dancing," Two Bit
exclaimed.
" On a different subject, I gotta go home and help mom with Kim, he
added speaking of his ten year old sister.
" Ok see you tomorrow," Darry said.
We all said goodbye to him and then he left the room.
I noticed Pony was clutching a piece of paper in his hand.
"What's that?" I asked him.
" Just something my new friend Hannah gave me." he said.
" New friend?" Soda asked.
Pony raised his blood stained, bandaged arm to the wall.
" See that door right there,?" he asked, pointing to a small off white
door near the corner.
" Holy crap, I've never noticed that before," Dally said.
" So why's she in the psychological ward?" Johnny asked.
" Her best friend and apparently soul mate was raped by her step brother,
her own dad molests her, no one in her school is even a little bit nice
to her, she had an abortion last year because someone took it too far at
a party." Pony said.
His voice was starting to become shaker and then it softened.
" Four days ago, she went into her parent's bedroom, found her dad's
gun and shot her self in the chest."
" Was she really hurt?" Johnny asked.
" She's going to be ok physically, but everything else I can't say."
Pony said.
" All that shit she's had to go through." Dally said in amazement.
"Yeah, that's worse than a lot of stories I've heard," I said.
"Is she nice?" Soda asked.
At this question Pony almost gave what I'm pretty sure was going to
be a smile.
" Yeah, we can just talk about stuff," he said.
" Didn't your doctors recommend that?" Darry asked.
"Yes." Pony said.
" Is it helping at all?" Johnny asked.
" I think it's too early to tell," Pony said.
I could tell there was a change. Pony was beginning to sound more like
the old Ponyboy. Like my friend's little brother that used to come everywhere
with us.
"Is that something she wrote?" Darry asked, pointing to the piece of
paper in Pony's hand.
" Yeah, it's a poem she wrote for her friend after her friend was raped."
" Do you think we can read it?" Johnny asked.
" Yeah, but I don't think I can read it out loud," Pony said.
" I'll read it," Soda volunteered.
He didn't return the look I gave him.
" Well go on and read it," I said.
Soda opened up the crumpled piece of paper and cleared his throat.
" Stay," he read.
" Must be the title," Dally said.
Johnny nudged him and Dally gave Johnny a look of confusion because
Johnny usually never does anything like that. But Johnny didn't reply so
then Dally just decided to drop it. Soda was silent for a moment, and in
that moment Pony laid back down on his bed.
" Well, are you going to read it or not?" he asked.
He was trying to sound tough, but even I could tell he was weak.
" Yeah, I will," Soda said.
" Cry all you can
I see you're dying inside
Nothing will make you smile
Not even when the whole world tries
There's something about this
You're falling too fast
Poor little bird with broken wings
Don't hit the ground and break
Please, I know you're bleeding inside
But stay here with me
I can't lose you
Sometimes it hurts when I see your eyes
They are dead
Lifeless, without emotion
When will the spark return?
I don't want this to be our last goodbye
If you died and left me
I'd have to die too
Then we'd both be one
Forever from this earth
It's not too late
Just stay here and cry
With me,"
Soda finished reading the poem and gave it back to Pony.
"That was really good," Johnny said.
" Yeah, I bet she's a pretty deep girl." Dally said.
"Uh huh," Pony nodded at both of these comments.
It wasn't long before he was asleep. I stepped out in the hall to talk
to Soda.
"It's just too weird," he said
"What is?" I asked.
" That poem," she might as well been describing Ponyboy.
" She wasn't though," I said
" Of course not, they only met," Soda said.
Then he walked up the hall and came back.
" Steve look around, " he said.
" What am I supposed to be looking at?" I asked.
Soda came out right next to me and pointed all around the hall.
" We are in the hospital Psych ward, and my little brother is a patient
in the next room" he said in a disbelieving voice.
" Yeah man, I know." I said.
Soda grasped me by the shoulders and looked me straight in the eye.
" Do you really Steve?" he asked me hoarsely,
" What the, what are you doing?" I asked and pushed his hands off of
my shoulders.
" You have no idea what this is like for Darry and me," he said
" Well I'm sorry that Pony wants to act out the dramatics in a hospital,
I said.
Sod shook his head and gave m one of those ," you'd never understand
looks,".
I hate those looks. I always wonder exactly what exactly it is that
you don't understand.
When we brought him here last week, I was holding him," Soda said
" Yeah," was all I said
" I could feel his soul being drained away from his body,"
"Oh," I said
Soda walked towards Pony's door and was about to open it and then he
turned and said.
" I miss him so much, you just don't get it Steve.
Then he went inside.
He's right. I don't get it. I have the feeling I will eventually though.
And that feeling is the biggest thing in my life right now.
Ok. Good? Bad? Please tell me what you think.
Fyremoon
