Fragile-Ego: Thanks a lot! I thought my summary was sort of lame, but I like Dally a lot, so this is for him! Thanks for reviewing my fics.

Cinderbrat: Will do! Yeah, I'm working on all of my other stories, but I've written so many of them that it's slightly overwhelming, lol.

Kairyuu-kun: No problem, I love your stories, they rock! Yeah, but this story is definitely going to change so that Dally already knows about how Johnny and himself will die so that he can stop it!

Sarah126: Thanks! I shall indeed continue it!

Vripter: Yeah, this story is going to change for the best! Keep reviewing and thanks for the rocking' review! I also love Dallas and he and the Motorcycleboy are my favorite S.E. Hinton characters; they rock!

Aleutian Sparrow

Disclaimer: Despite rumors, I DO own Dallas Winston! Alright, I give in, I own no one except for JC and any other assholes you've never seen in any books by S.E. Hinton, alright?

A/N: Thank you to my reviewers; I'm going to update on all of my stories soon, but I'm actually writing a book and I am being given a deadline by my publisher so I have to work on that, but in my spare time I have been writing long and tedious chapters for each of my fan fictions! I'm also sorry that the first chapter of this story was so short; I'm going to make it up to all of you however, somehow! Love you all.

Dedication: Tonyboy, for a real long review you wrote for a story of mine.

Narrator's Point of View

We all knew your mom as the two-dollar whore

She dumped you off at your old man's door

It didn't help matters

It doomed her to die

You stood at her grave

But you didn't cry

Aleutian Sparrow

Fly away…

Aleutian Sparrow

Doomed away…

Dallas let a yawn escape between his lips as he sat up in bed; it was time to leave and to never come back.

Dallas knew he couldn't stay in this place for much longer without committing suicide and he really didn't want his life to end. He had done some serious thinking and he had decided that he wasn't the one making him suffer; his father was, with his beatings from drunken rage.

Dallas had just decided that he wasn't going to kill himself, just everyone else around him that had made his life a living hell, but first he was leaving this place…

He grabbed up his suitcase and put in three pairs of blue jeans, three white tee shirts, an Elvis record, his cowboy boots and fifty bucks that his mother had been saving up for Dallas's college fund, although he doubted that he was even going to graduate the fourth grade.

Dallas pulled a black tee shirt over his head and slipped into his oldest blue jeans before putting on his Converses and his brown leather jacket; the last gift his father had given him, before mom had died…

The clock on the wall struck one o' clock and Dallas knew that he was right on schedule. He grabbed up his bag but quickly observed that he had forgotten his cigarettes and also threw them into the bag before creeping into the hallway and passed his father's room.

He had nearly reached the front door when he paused and went to the dresser in the lounge and felt around inside of the drawer because it was impossible to see in the darkness.

His fingers befell a cold and metal object and he pulled it out to discover that it wasn't what he had been looking for. It was a square object instead. Dally searched the other drawer for a flashlight and found it; he turned it on, holding it above the square, metal object and memories came flooding back.

Dallas stared into a black white picture of himself when he was six years old and he was sitting on his fathers lap, but his mother wasn't there, and to the right of Dallas and his father sat a grinning James Dean.

Dally could remember that moment perfectly; his father had once built cars and had helped build James Dean's silver Porsche 550 Spyder. Dean and his father had become fast friends. That photo had been taken just three weeks before James Dean's death and Dally felt a sadness at the thought that his father had helped build the car that Jimmy had died in; Jimmy had been a cool old dude and had starred in Dally's favorite movie, Rebel Without a Cause.

With a sigh, the youth gently placed the photograph into his bag and continued searching for the object he had originally been looking for and he found it. He set it on the ground and adjusted the light until it shined on his father's black, .22 pistol. Dally checked to see if it was loaded and found that no bullets were loaded to Dally's relief; he simply needed the gun as a bluff.

He heard his father coughing just then and immediately ran to the door, flung it open and launched himself onto the sidewalk before running off to the park eight blocks up. He occasionally glanced over his shoulder but to his joy, his father was not following. It was too bad for Dallas that his joy couldn't last long…

Dallas must've run for another five minutes or so before reaching the park. He remembered that he still had the gun in his hands and almost dropped it, but kept his hold on it. He had started to shove the gun, into his front pocket, when suddenly, he accidentally pulled the trigger. He felt a pain in his leg and the ground meeting him very quickly and everything turned black…