A/N: Thank you, lovely reviewers.:) lol, I was writing this chapter in Science and my friend saw it and freaked out. She thought the letter was from me, and was like 'WTF WHY ARE YOU WRITING THAT!'. XD It was funny. But anyways, this is Dally's chapter….so, have fun.
WARNING: Swearing.
Disc.: Same as the first chapter.
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Dear God,
I hate you. You don't even know how much I fuckin' hate you, you son of a bitch. Do you even know what you did to me? I bet you don't, you asshole. So let me fill you in.
One, you gave me the worst fuckin' life a guy could have. Well, not the worst, but pretty damn bad. My parents never gave a damn about me, and I had to live in New York and go to jail when I was 10. Jesus Christ, do you know what that fuckin' does to you? So I had to get tough to survive, and you know what, it sucked. Everything in my life was ugly and cold for the longest time.
But then I found Johnny. Sweet, nice, and quiet little Johnnycake. He was the most innocent and caring kid I ever knew. He practically worshipped me, even though I'm an asshole, and was always praising me or defending me if someone shot their mouth off about me, even though I didn't deserve it. The kid was the only good and beautiful thing in my life, and I loved him more than anything.
You gave Johnny a rough life too. His dad beat the shit out of him nearly every day, and his mom bitched and screamed at him all the time. Why the fuck did you give Johnny parents like that? He didn't deserve that, he deserved so much better than those scumbags. It was killing him to have parents like that, do you know that? He couldn't get mean and angry, like me. It just broke him up, made him suicidal sometimes. And then, as if getting beat up by his old man wasn't bad enough, you made that damned Soc bastard and his friends jump him too? What the hell were you smoking when you let that happen, huh? Did you even care that we was almost half dead when we found him? I got sick looking at him; I knew he didn't deserve that. Johnny never did anything bad to anyone.
But you know what the worst, most horrible thing you ever did to me was? You took Johnny - my sweet, innocent, almost like a little brother-, and you fucking took him away. You let him die. What in the hell was that? Ponyboy didn't die. Pony went into the damned church, and he came out just fine, so why the hell did you make Johnny get all busted up? How, in your eyes, is that fair? Johnny was the only thing in the world that mattered to me. He was the only person who truly gave a damn about me, and you let him die!
I loved Johnny. He was the most sensitive, innocent kid there was. When he killed that Soc (who deserved it anyways for what he did to Johnny), he was so torn up about it that he cried. He was only trying to save Ponyboy from getting drowned, and you killed him anyways. I needed Johnny. More than I ever needed anything. I actually prayed to you to let Johnny live. I prayed more than a damned preacher, and I meant every single word of them. But did you care? No, you didn't, obviously, or I wouldn't be writing this. Hoe do you even have the balls to say that you love all your children? That is the biggest load of bullshit I've ever heard in my life. If you 'love' me so much, or Johnny, than why did you let this happen? Well, you know what? Fuck you. I just hope you know that I hate you and that I hope you burn in fucking hell or something. You'll probably never see this, but you know what? I don't care. I still hate you. Because all I can feel is hate, now that you took my love away.
Very fucking sincerely,
Dallas Winston
