Hi. I'm real bored and I think I'll write chapter 4, but I'm supposed to be doing my homework, but I'm not. I gots to go bug k00lgirl1808. This chapter will be in Darry's pov. Hope you enjoy!!

Disclaimer: I bet you Know I don't own the outsiders by now.

Darry's pov

I went in my room after we came home from the hospital. I felt kind of bad leaving Johnny out there all by his lonesome, but I needed to think.

I flopped down on my bed. God was I tired. I fell asleep instantly, and I dreamed.

It was a really weird dream. I was sitting in a cemetery with Pony. I was looking at a picture of Johnny and Pony. Pony came over, and started to look at the picture.

"Look," he said, " Look, and you will find the answer."

I looked down, and was about to ask Pony what to look for, but he was gone.

I woke up in a cold sweat. Why was Pony haunting my dreams? Why was my dead baby brother haunting my dreams?

"He's dead," I heard Johnny scream from the living room. I wanted to slap myself. I was so caught up in my own problems that I didn't even realize how Johnny or Soda might react to Pony's death. Soda! Soda would take this mighty hard. I was worried.

I decided to get up. I went into the living room. I found Johnny white as a ghost, and Soda, he looked dead. His skin was a pale gray color, and he needed to shave. Two-bit was there, too. He looked confused. Dally was up, and sitting in the armchair.

"Hey Superman, anything wrong?" Two-bit asked. Either he didn't hear, or he heard, and just didn't want to believe it.

I didn't answer. If I started to talk, I would cry.

"Of course something's wrong," Soda screamed. His voice sounded like dry and dead. He started to cry. I saw a look of hurt cross Two-bit's face.

"I'm leaving," Dally said. It was probably getting too emotional for him. Two-bit followed his lead. Johnny was about to go, but I stopped him just in time. He was hurt. Physically and emotionally. He didn't need to go home.

I was starting to really cry, so I went to my room.

I sat down on my bed, and buried my face into my arms, and I cried. I cried so hard that my stomach hurt, and my eyes stung from the acid tears.

"Darry, are you okay?" Soda asked. I jumped. I no had idea that he was standing in the doorway.

"I don't know, little buddy, I just don't know," I sobbed.

He sat down next to me, and he cried. He cried hard. Harder than I ever seen him cry, even at mom and dad's funeral.

I was crying, and Soda was crying. We were crying hard, too.

"And I thought I was the bawl baby in the family," Soda unsuccessfully tried to laugh.

He cried into my shoulder, and I hugged him. We were all what was left of the family, and I was responsible for it.

Sorry, that's all I can write. I have to go do my homework. If I don't I'll be dead. K00lgirl1808 will see to that. Please review. I know you want to. Please tell me how I can improve

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