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When Darry got home Soda asked him about the cat. Darry said no. No surprise there really. Honestly, I didn't want a cat. They're lazy and mean. They eat, poop and lick themselves.
I was sitting at the kitchen table, staring at a brown stain that was on the wall. Where did it come from? It's been there for as long as I could remember. I think.
Mom always tried to keep the house clean the kitchen use to be pearly white. But, after she died the walls turned into a sick yellow.
Soda came in and went to the refrigerator blocking the spot on the wall with his body. I watched as he took out a beer, shut the door and popped off the top. When he moved away I was able to see the spot again.
"Where'd that spot come from?" I asked when he moved, then came and set beside me.
"The one on the wall?" He asked.
"Yeah."
He was silent for awhile. Shock I guess. I don't talk much but when I do I surprise them…I guess.
After awhile he answered. "Oh," he chuckled some, "Dad did that. The night mom went into labor with you. He tossed his whole dinner behind him. When they got back home from the hospital, mom carried you in here. She saw the mess, left the kitchen like she didn't see it or somethin', placed you down in the crib, then she came back and went crazy."
"Oh." I looked down at my hands. Some of my finger tips had dried blood on them from the nail biting and from when I run my hands across the wall. I went silent again, and faded into my dark empty world in my head.
Soda's POV
I sighed as Pony went silent. His face was blank and his once bright eyes were dark and empty. I missed how the things use to be. I can't help but to wonder, how would we all be right now if Johnny and Dally weren't dead?
I miss the laughter, the loudness and even the fighting that use to happen in this house.
Would things ever go back to normal?
I get up and leave the kitchen table with my beer and I go into the living room. The empty living room. Steve and Two-Bit rarely come over anymore, its hard for them too, seeing Pony the way he is.
I look down on the floor, underneath me is just some unopened mail. I pick up one of the envelopes, a blue one.
'Oklahoma's MHMR' I read. "Mental health and mental retardation."The words taste bitter as they leave my mouth.
My eyes began to burn and my vision becomes blurred.
I can't believe it. But, I have to…
…it's became the only option left.
I'm trying to find a way to end this story. ANYONE HAVE ANY IDEAS? Should it in good or bad? PLEASE LET ME KNOW! AND PLEASE REVIEW!
Well, this is just a small update for this story to let you know I haven't forgotten about it.