Title- Dealing with It
Chapter Title- The Cliffhanger's Conclusion
Disclaimer- I have just been informed (For about the hundredth time) that I do not own The Outsiders
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Tikagem- Wait, when does a Soc die? When was this decided? -Tries to think, but ends up setting a jar of pickles on fire-
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Note- Wasn't I evil? That cliffhanger must've killed you. I tried to get this out as fast as I could. It just didn't work very well. I was unable to have computer access yesterday (we got a new car- 2005 Jeep Liberty) this is the second to last chapter. -Heavy sob-
The car had slowed down, but not enough. It was still going pretty fast. I could hear the horn getting closer, and the car got bigger. I stared at it, maybe I could get it to stop. I tried to run, I told my legs to run, but my joints locked up. I felt it. It collided with my body and I went flying backwards. My head hit the concrete and everything went black.
I could hear things, I could feel things but I couldn't see. I just saw the backs of my eyelids. I tried to open them, but they felt heavy. My whole body ached. I wondered if I was still lying in the middle of the road, or if I was in hell. I don't think I was in hell. I could hear somebody crying. It wasn't quiet crying. It was heavy sobs, the kind that you hear at a funeral.
If I was dead, I wanted to go to heaven. I was sure to meet Josh and Jonathan back up there. But, I wanted to live. I wanted to see Nate and my family. I wanted to be held by my mom again. I wanted somebody to tell me everything was going to be alright.
I tried as hard as I could to open my eyes. I finally managed to hold them slightly open for a few seconds. I took a look around and they snapped shut and I fell asleep again.
When I woke up the next time, I tried to imagine it was all a dream. I wanted to be in my bed still, waiting for my mom to wake me up. Waiting for her to tell me it was Saturday and I had to baby-sit. It didn't happen and it struck me, this wasn't a dream. It was real, it was so real. I could feel my body. It ached, no, worse than ached. It felt like there was somebody sitting on all of my joints.
I remembered what I saw. It was all white, and clean. It was white, clean, and sparkly. I tried to think I was in heaven and I never had to worry about germs again. But, if I was in heaven I wouldn't be in pain. Then, something in my mind registered. I was in a hospital. I got my eyes to open again, it was dark out. Nobody was sitting in the room, but there was the steady beep of the monitor.
My throat was incredibly dry. I needed a drink of water. I rolled over to grab for one, hoping that there was one on the night table. I grabbed at the air, not feeling one. I tried to call out for somebody, but my voice didn't work. I hissed in pain. I had done too much moving. I heard the door open and a light flicked one. I closed my eyes, the light was bright.
"Are you up, dear?" somebody asked. I tried to answer, but I couldn't speak. I forgot. Instead I moved my head slightly and tried to moan in pain. "Okay, would you like a glass of water?" Again, I moved my head slightly. The person, well, the lady, came back a few seconds later. She placed a cup of water on the table. She helped me sit up a bit and handed me the glass. The water felt so good on my throat.
"Thanks," I managed to say. It sounded quiet and dry; much like Nate's voice when he hadn't spoke in a while. She just nodded. I sat up for the rest of the night, watching the television she had turned on. The channel was a news station, and the clock on the television said it was about 3.
"Yesterday afternoon a young girl named Veronica Curtis was struck by a speeding vehicle on this street," the news reporter said. A picture of Janice's street flashed on. "A friend said Veronica, aged 15, was walking home from being at her house. Veronica had fallen off the side walk and was struck by the speeding vehicle after she got up. Janice Shepard, also 15, said the vehicle made no effort to stop. Janice called the police as soon as she saw what happened. Then, after Veronica was brought into the hospital, her family was notified. The driver of the vehicle did not stay at the scene and is unidentified. Veronica remains at the hospital in critical condition until further notice."
I cursed a bit about the driver not staying. He could've killed me, and he drove off? I was glad that Janice called the police, but I was angry my family wasn't notified earlier. As I thought about it, I was able to identify the sobbing I heard earlier as my mother's crying.
I started to cry. I wanted my mom, I wanted my dad, I wanted Nate and Two-Bit and Steve and Darry and even Pony (even though I haven't seen him in ages. Thanksgiving was going to sneak up on us. Maybe he would stop by then.) Hell, you could even throw in Winnie. I just wanted to see them. I wanted my family.
Around 7, the nurse came back in. She helped me go into the bathroom. It hurt so much. I didn't want to move at all. I wanted to lie back down and sleep some more. Sleep was the only thing that didn't' hurt. I ended up taking a short nap. I woke up to see Nate and my mom. Mom was sitting next to the bed, holding my hand. She was crying, but not loudly. Nate was sitting in the corner, staring at his shoelaces.
"Baby," my mom whispered when I looked at her. She leaned over me and wrapped her arms around me. I hissed, the pain was really bad. Gently she let go of me. I smiled at her.
"Ronnie?" Nate asked, coming closer. I smiled at him. He smiled back.
"You were asleep when everybody was here. We'll have them back later, don't worry." I closed my eyes again. My body started to ache more. "It's okay, you can go back to sleep," I heard mom say. I listened to her. I went to sleep.
I could end this in the next chapter. I think I will. Then, I will probably have a small follow up on it. But you'd have to review this and find out what happens next chapter. I'm not putting another clip because most likely, it reveals who dies...