Hey, thanx for all the great reviews

I would like to dedicate this space to my friends who have dedicated there space in their fanfics to me :)

Disclamer: I dont own much, including the Outsiders

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"Hey guys, what's for dinner?" Two-bit asked slamming the door on the way into the Cutis abode.

"What you want for dinner Pone" Soda screamed, while getting up from the couch.

Pony stumbled into the lounge "I'm not too hungry" he whispered in reply.

"Soda told me you barley touched your food today, Are you sure?" Darry said with a hint of concern in his voice.

"Going back to bed" The youngest Curtis whispered.

"Is he ok? He seems a bit … funny." Two-bit said while looking for the TV remote.

Darry got up to check on his little brother, hoping he was just having a bad day.

Flashback – Darry walking up the long hallway to Sodas bedroom, hoping Soda was alright, Dally was watching 'The Simpsons with Pony.

The door was half open, and Sodas snores were heard from outside.

Peeking through, he saw Sodas tired body on the bed.

Turning away, he caught a glimpse of something shiny.

A knife, in Soda's room? What's that doing there? He asked himself.

Creeping in, he took a closer look and found blood drops on it. With a sudden manic he looked at Sodas arms.

I AM SUCH A BAD BROTHER was the only thought going through his head as he took the knife and put it in the medicine cabinet for emergencies. "Why are you crying Darry?" Pony asked

The dread of failing his little brother was more than he could bear. Soda was fine in the end, after he was sent to a psychiatrist, but Pony was golden and still a baby.

Pony was writing in his diary, and there was no knife in the room. With a sigh of relief he walked up to his brother and asked him how he was.

Pony jumped up in fright, and closed the book so fast Darry didn't notice. "Sorry I didn't mean to scare you" Darry stated, taken back.

"Wasn't ready for it, that's all, I mean I knew you were there". Pony said in a quiet voice, relaxing back into his chair.

"What were you doing?" Darry asked. "Writing in the diary I started when I was on the run." Pony replied.

"Ok just coming in to check on you."

"Thanks Dar, see you tomorrow" Pony said while he looked at his book.

He opened it up and stared at the open page. It was about the day Johnny and Dally died. As he looked down, the page went soggy with a single drop of salty emotion.

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Thanx for the reviews, and this chapter is for all of you that have been so nice as to let me know you care. Any imput given was greatly appriciated and accepted, some of the ideas will be used at a later chapter.

LOVE YOU ALL

Thanx - Melchick