Chapter 9

Once again, I woke up about 5 times that night. Tossing and turning in between. I just couldn't sleep. I would stay awake and try not to sleep, not to be kidnapped by my dreams. But, sadly, a person needs sleep. And Soda said that I would go to school the next day, so I was imagining everything possible. I'm sure that Two-Bit had already blabbed to everyone about it. He's not exactly the best secret keeper.

When I woke up in the middle of the night for the 3rd time, Soda had finnally given up. He told me that when he got home from work, he would take me to a phycologist. I guess he was tired of waking up in the middle of the night so much. I had the weirdest of dreams. They were actually nightmares, but they were still very awkward. Like in one dream, I dreamt that Dally was riding a horse. The horse was grey and brown. I guess I dreamt about horses, because i've been think about But suddenly out of no where, a brick wall would appear. And with Dally's speed on the horse...I guess you can figure out the rest.

When I woke up in the morning, no one was making pancakes. No one yelled at me to wake up from the kitchen. No one accepted my excuse of being sick that day. And that was when I realized that things would never be the same again. Soda put me on the bus to school since Darry wasn't able to drive me to school. So this is how it's gonna end up, I thought, this is how my life is gonna be from now on.

That day at school was the worst day of my life. Firstly, I knew that Two-Bit told everyone because as soon as I got into school, people began whispering behind me. "Isn't that the kid who's brother is dying?" "Yup, that's him.". At some points I just wanted to run out of school. Run away from all the whispering. Run to Darry and just be there with him. That's all I needed.

At last, 9th period was over and I started walking home. That's when it happened. 5 big soc's surrounded me. I recognized a couple of them from the rumble we had before Dally and Johnny died. They were all probbably in college. Dressed from head to toe in madras.

One soc said "Hey grease, your brother is dying, isn't he?"

"He's not dying." I mumbled softly.

"You know if it hadnt been for you he wouldn't be in that hospital. Who do you think he's been working all day in the bright sunlight for?"

"Thats not true." I mumbled again.

"All you greasers deserve what you get. And you cause it on yourselves. Darry was a buddy of ours back while he was in high school. Who's fault is it that he cant go to college? Who's fault is it that he's in that hospital now practically dyin'?"

I tried to run but my legs were frozen.

"And well, my buddies and me think that you should get it back for doin that to our buddy."

And just like that. It happened. I was kicked, cut, and bruised. And when I finally thought they had left, they came back. I couldn't really move. So I just layed there, staring at a star-less sky, wishing I with Soda or Two-Bit or even better yet, Darry.

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Its very short, I know. But i'm having kind of a writer's block. Please R/R! And i really need ideas...send them to