Chapter 21-Part II
(Reader's PoV)
Everybody looked up when Ponyboy started breathing hard, and fast. He was pale and small in the hospital bed. The doctor walked in and checked the monitors. It was torture, a really bad joke, a nightmare even. His eyes opened and then closed. His breathing eased. His voice was a raspy, choked, empty tone.
"Don't forget me. Don't remember the things I've done to harm myself." His eyes begged for forgiveness. Soda hugged his baby brother and cried, they all did.
3 MONTHS LATER:
"We lay this young boy down to rest, We pray for his family and his friends. Lord, let your child into Heaven…" The funeral wasn't that nice, but many people showed up, even the socs. Everyone cried, even Darry. Superman had to break at least once in his life.
"Ponyboy just wasn't strong enough to hang on. He lived his life the way he wanted to, he did it in three months. He lived with his memories, brothers, and friends. Darry got Ponyboy's book published, he bought the first copy and showed it to Ponyboy. Pony died about 30 seconds after signing the copy, knowing that he did something in life." Johnny closed the notepad. He was proud of himself, and he knew Ponyboy was proud of him.
THE END
A/N: Thanks to anyone and everyone who reviewed for this story, even the people who didn't like it. I tried to make it better, and hoped you could tell. This was my favorite story to write. Thanks to everyone.