Chapter Five

Two-Bit

I kept having the strangest dream.

I dreamed that Johnny was sitting next to me. He looked like he did before the fire, before he got burned. He didn't have his scar either, the one he got when the Socs beat him up. Johnny talked to me for a while, but I couldn't really hear what he was saying.

After a while, Johnny sighed and said "Time to go, Two-Bit."

I was confused and said "Go where?"

Johnny just shook his head. "It's your fault you know," Johnny said. "You killed me."

I tried to ask Johnny what he meant, but he disappeared.

Then I woke up.

I knew that the dream was true though, I had killed Johnny.

I know that Ponyboy thinks it's his fault, but it's not, it's mine. I should have kept Johnny with me that night. I actually didn't go to a bar that night, for once. I just went home. If I had taken Johnny with me then he wouldn't have killed that Soc and he would still be here.

"I'm sorry," I said. "I didn't mean to kill you."

"What are you talking about?" a voice asked.

I jumped and looked in the direction of the voice. Savannah was sitting next to me. I didn't know she was there.

"What about killing someone?" Savannah asked.

I couldn't let Savannah know that I was a murderer. She would kick me out, and I needed a warm place to sleep. She would also call the cops. I had to think of a story.

"I said…my head is killing me," I lied.

"I'm sorry," Savannah said softly. "I'll bring you some Aspirin, and I think it's time for the medicine Dr. Jones gave you."

The doctor had come over while I was asleep. I had the flu, and the doctor also said that there was a high percentage of alcohol in my blood or something. So maybe I also had a bit of a hangover. Anyway, the doctor gave me some medicine, and I hoped that it would work.

Savannah came back in and gave me the medicine then she sat down next to me. I wanted to talk to her, maybe about my dream. I couldn't do that though; then she would know that I had killed Johnny. I just laid there in silence. Savannah talked for a while, but it was all just that stuff that you say to sick people like: 'poor baby', and 'I know you don't feel good, I'm so sorry.' She really wasn't making me feel better.