I had a little inspiration at 12 o'clock last night and so I decided to
write the next chapter. Anyway thank you everyone who reviewed I really
appreciate it. None of these characters are mine except Kirkor.
Chapter 17 Pony's Death
*Darry's POV*
Dear Darry and Soda,
I'm sorry. I couldn't take it anymore. It's not your fault, I just need to do this. I'll miss you.
Ponyboy Curtis
"NO!" I screamed as I ran into Pony and Soda's room. There he was Ponyboy Curtis, lying in a pool of his own blood. I collapsed onto the ground crying. My little buddy, my little brother had committed suicide. I heard the door slam and knew Soda was home.
"Pony I'm home!" Soda called as I emerged from his bedroom. "I gotta get changed them I'm takin this new girl out to dinner."
"Don't go in there Soda"
"Why?"
He knew something was wrong by the fact that my eyes were probably red and I had just come out of his room. I never go in his room unless I have a good reason. I held out the note to him. He took it from me and his eyes widened in realization. I picked up the note and he tried to run into the room but I grabbed the back of his shirt. I pulled him into a hug and he said that it couldn't be real. Pony had problems but that's what adolescence is all about. It's growing up. I knew it. I couldn't say anything though. What do you say to someone when they see everything falling apart. How do you tell someone it'll all work out. I couldn't do it.
I went to the phone and called 911. Then Soda and I just sat on the couch huddled together. Neither of us could talk. The pain was just too great. It felt worse than the day Mom and Dad had died. Pony had his whole life ahead of him. He could have gone to college and found a better life than this.
Soda went out to the park. Then Steve came in and wanted to know what was wrong. I handed him the letter that had been crushed so tightly in my hand. As soon as he read it he went to the park after Soda.
I went to take a shower. I felt dirty. Seeing Pony just laying there, surrounded by his own blood made me feel dirty and sick at the same time.
I wanted my little brother back. To say that I loved him and that I was sorry for everything. I knew it was partially my fault. I pushed him so hard, but only because I loved him. I wanted to give him everything that I missed out on. I wanted to give him something better than this house. Better than Socs and Greasers. Better than Tulsa..
I sat up in bed and went to Soda's room to check on him. There they were Soda with his arm around Pony. Both sleeping peaceful. Both unaware of the nightmare I had just had.
Chapter 17 Pony's Death
*Darry's POV*
Dear Darry and Soda,
I'm sorry. I couldn't take it anymore. It's not your fault, I just need to do this. I'll miss you.
Ponyboy Curtis
"NO!" I screamed as I ran into Pony and Soda's room. There he was Ponyboy Curtis, lying in a pool of his own blood. I collapsed onto the ground crying. My little buddy, my little brother had committed suicide. I heard the door slam and knew Soda was home.
"Pony I'm home!" Soda called as I emerged from his bedroom. "I gotta get changed them I'm takin this new girl out to dinner."
"Don't go in there Soda"
"Why?"
He knew something was wrong by the fact that my eyes were probably red and I had just come out of his room. I never go in his room unless I have a good reason. I held out the note to him. He took it from me and his eyes widened in realization. I picked up the note and he tried to run into the room but I grabbed the back of his shirt. I pulled him into a hug and he said that it couldn't be real. Pony had problems but that's what adolescence is all about. It's growing up. I knew it. I couldn't say anything though. What do you say to someone when they see everything falling apart. How do you tell someone it'll all work out. I couldn't do it.
I went to the phone and called 911. Then Soda and I just sat on the couch huddled together. Neither of us could talk. The pain was just too great. It felt worse than the day Mom and Dad had died. Pony had his whole life ahead of him. He could have gone to college and found a better life than this.
Soda went out to the park. Then Steve came in and wanted to know what was wrong. I handed him the letter that had been crushed so tightly in my hand. As soon as he read it he went to the park after Soda.
I went to take a shower. I felt dirty. Seeing Pony just laying there, surrounded by his own blood made me feel dirty and sick at the same time.
I wanted my little brother back. To say that I loved him and that I was sorry for everything. I knew it was partially my fault. I pushed him so hard, but only because I loved him. I wanted to give him everything that I missed out on. I wanted to give him something better than this house. Better than Socs and Greasers. Better than Tulsa..
I sat up in bed and went to Soda's room to check on him. There they were Soda with his arm around Pony. Both sleeping peaceful. Both unaware of the nightmare I had just had.