This is Ponyboy's Dream.
A little creepy
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It was dark and cold, but I was sweating.
I brought my hand to my eyes to check and see if they were really open, and they were.
I couldn't see anything. I knew I was waving my hand in front of my face but I couldn't see it.
I was so tried…
..So alone.
I felt like I've been walking for years.
I wanted out! It was so dark…so cold
I continued walking, and it seemed that it was getting colder by the second.
"I know you can hear me. You gave us quite a scare…you're still scaring us. C'mon Pony, open up those pretty eyes of yours."
I stopped, that sounded like Darry. But where was it coming from?
"I take it you like the hospital huh? You're gonna be okay you hear me?"
Soda! That was Soda! "Soda help me please!" My mouth formed the words but nothing came out.
"Soda and I need you Pony. You're what's keeping us together."
"…keeping us together."
"..together…"
The phrased echoed throughout the darkness, bouncing on something. There had to be a way out! I started running…I was running hard and fast.
You're running for noting Ponyboy!
It was the voice again. No…not the voices please…I wanted to get away from them!
You're running now? When you're a loser…second place. Pathetic! The voice spat at me.
I continued to run, then I hit something…
…something solid and hard.
I landed on my backside. I shook my head trying to shake out the surprise, I pushed my self up and reached forward to touch whatever was in front of me.
Hmm…it had a sorta…bumpy texture. Like a brick building or a wall.
"No!" My mouth and voice worked together then. "The wall! No!"
I backed away from it.
A light came on then.
Johnny and Dallas stood in the light…their arms were reaching towards me.
Dally was wearing the clothes he had on the night he die…blood oozing from the bullet holes. Johnny was still burnt, his eyes looked empty..so empty.
"Pony…" Dally murmured and fell to the ground face first.
"Dally!" I ran to him, "No…it's not real!" I looked up at Johnny he was just string at me…
"Johnny I'm so sorry…"
"Your fault…" He pointed a bunt and blistered finger at me. "Your fault…"
"My fault…I'm sorry so sorry!" I held my ears, more voices were blaming me. I stood and ran, but I was trapped, the wall was closing in…. "No someone get me out!"
"C'mon baby, fight it."
It was Soda voice again…
I can't fight it Soda…I can't…I'm sorry. It's all my fault.
The wall was getting closer…the lights went out again, but the voices remained.
"Your fault…"
"You killed your parents and your friends…"
"It's all your fault…"
"….your fault."
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