I forgot the Disclaimer in Chapter one so here it is.
Disclaimer: I don't own the Outsiders. S.E. Hinton does.
Chapter Two
Ponyboy and Ryan ended going to Hal's Bar and Pool hall. They were shooting a few games and having some drinks when Ryan spoke up. "So when did you first start having these blackouts anyway?"
"It all started when I was Six. I'd been someplace and I wouldn't remember how I got there or anything that happened while I was out." He said shooting for the corner pocket and missing. He stood back and waited for Ryan to take his shot.
"Man that's wild. Did they ever figure out what caused it?"
"No they took me to the doctors. They did X-Rays and tests. But they couldn't find any cause for it. They thought it might some inherited thing because I have an Uncle that used to have to same problem."
"What happened to him?" asked Ryan going to get another drink.
"He was my Mom's older brother. When she was sixteen he just kind of lost it and they had to put him in an institution. He's been there ever since." I said lighting a cigarette.
"Did you ever get to meet him?"
"Yeah once. I begged my parents to take me meet and they finnaly let. But I don't remember anything about it. The first thing I remember is guards bursting in the room and dragging him out. I have no idea what happened"
Ryan didn't seem to be listening anymore. He was looking at something behind me. "What are you looking at?"
"That girl," he said pointing to behind me. I looked there was a pretty brunette sitting behind me sipping a bear. "She's been checking you out. Why don't you go talk to her? She's cute."
"I don't know."
"Oh come on. The worst that can happen is she slaps you in the face and tells you to go to hell."
I stared at him a minute. I wondered if he had a lot of experience with that. "All right." I said getting up. I've always been shy about going up and talking to pretty girls. Not that I didn't do it. I just never knew what to say. I walked over to her. "Hi" I said clearing my throat. "I saw you sitting over hear and I was just wondering if…."just then someone's hand came down on my shoulder and spun me around.
"You hitting on my girl asshole."
I backed away. "Look I'm sorry I didn't know she was yours,"
"Well maybe next time you'll pay more attention," he said shoving me.
I was doing my best to control my temper but he was making me mad. I was walking away I saw the girl whisper something in his ear. Before I got back to the bar he was in my face again. "Are you Ponyboy Curtis?" he said grabbing the front of my shirt. I grabbed his hands and through them down. "Yeah. Why?"
"Bob Sheldon was my cousin and you and your little friend murdered him," he grabbing me again.
"Get out my face," I shoved him away. I wasn't in the mood for this. Before I knew what was happening he had punched me in the face. I stumbled back. "I'm going to teach you a lesson about what happens when you get away with murder." He said taking another swing at me. I ducked this time and brought my fist up and caught him in the mouth. I busted his lip. "Bastard," he cursed lunching at me and knocking me against the bar sending a shooting pain up my back. But I have time to thick about it before his fist landed in my stomach. It knocked the wind out me for a second. I shoved him away and landed on the floor with a thud. He got up a started toward me. Before he could do anything someone grabbed him and pulled him back. He tried to pull away. I started toward me but Ryan grabbed me and pulled me back. "Cool it man. It's all right,"
The bartender yelled, "All of you get out of here before I call the cops,"
I stood where I was. Ryan pulled on my arm. "Come on lets get out of here. Come on." He said pulling me out the door. "Man I don't believe that. Did you even know that guy?"
"No" I said. "That happens every now and then. I guess that's just something that people can't ever let go. I'm getting so sick of it."
"Well don't worry about. You can't do anything about it. Don't let is bother you. You can't change the past." he said.
"I know," I said. "You coming back to the dorm," I asked.
"No." he said. "I go over to Natalie. She invited me to spend the night. I'll see you in the morning he said heading down the street to his car. "You need a ride back?" he asked.
"No," I said. "It's all right I'll walk. Are you sure you should be driving?" I asked.
"I'm fine." He said. "It's just a couple of blocks away." He said getting in.
"Have fun," I said.
"You know I will," he said taking off. I turned and walked back up the street to the dorms.
I walked back to my room and sat down at my desk and pulled out one of the journels and opened it.
November 8,1960
Today Mommy and Daddy took me to doctor. They took pictures of my of head and asked me lots of questions. I didn't understand. They were upset becaue of a picture a drew at school but I don't remember drawing it and they won't let me see it.
I closed the notebook and leaned back in my chair. 'I wish I could remember that drawing . I wonder if we still have it. I think I'll ask Darry about it when I go home.'
I walked to the bed a layed down and fell into a fitful sleep.
I got out of bed and walked to the door. I wanted a glass of water. I stopped at the door I heard Mommy and Daddy talking.
"It's just like my brother when he was little," said Mommy
"No it isn't,"said Daddy
"You don't know you weren't there. It was just like this. He did things he didn't remember and then my parents had to put him in that awful place."
"Its not going to be that way with Pony. This could be just a one time thing,"
"But-" she began.
"And even if it isn't he'll be okay. We're going to take good care of him and keep an eye on him and nothing bad is going to happen as long as we're to take care of him," he wrapped his arms around her and held her.
I sat up in bed. It's been awhile since I thought about that. Mom had been really scared. And that had scared him. I walked back to the desk and pulled out The Outsiders and flipped through it. I stopped at the part right after I ranway with Johnny.
I finnaly calmed down and wiped my eyes on my bare arm. My breath was coming in quivering sobs. "Gotta cigarette?"
He handed me one and struck a match. "Johhny I'm scared."
All of a sudden I started to feel dizzy and the room began to spin and I felt like I might pass out. I closed my eyes and willed the dizziness to go away. When I open my eyes I wasn't in my room anymore. I was back on the street corner with Johhny. 'What the hell?' Whats happening
"You all right man?" Johnny asked. Noticing my blank stare. "Ponyboy?"
I didn't hear him. I was in shook. I allowed the ciggartte to fall out of my mouth and land on my shirt.
"Ponyboy, what's wrong?" he shook me. "Your burning yourself he said and grabbed the cigarette and threw it on the ground.
I looked around and I was back in my room again. 'What the hell just happened? Was that real?' I raised up my shirt and saw it; a small circular scar the size of a cigarette. I never had that before. Did I? But I had to have it, scars just don't appear out of no where. But that didn't explain how I found myself back on the street corner with Johhny. Could the blackouts be coming back or was it an hallutionation. It had to be. It just had to be.
It could be the blackouts were coming back. I had one the night Bob was killed. The last thing he remembered was the Soc's pulling up in their cars. I remember spitting at them and then nothing. The next thing I remember is being soaking wet and lying next to the fountain. With Bob bleeding a few feet away and Johhny clutching the bloody switch blade. 'I wish I could remember more about that night. I think It would help if I could. The only person who knew less about that night than him was Cherry. 'Dang I miss seeing her.' I could probably borrow Ryan's car and drive down tommorw morning and see her. She only lived about fifty miles from here. Since tommorw was Saturday he could drive down and see her and be back in time for class on Monday. 'I talk to Ryan in the morning about the car.' I thought as went back and got into bed.