Yay! Chapter 3! I hope I do a good job with this one! I am using parts of the actual story to write this. Just for…1 more chapter so this is for safety sakes!
Disclaimer: I don't own the outsiders! S.E.Hinton dose!
Chapter 3
Now I know what will fucking happen! I go to a door, look at something crappy and then come back to this endless white pit! I seriously don't want to be in this place forever. This is crazy! Each door says something about my past! I guess I should get the rest of the damn doors over with. On to door 4 then. Now I'm in my own house it looks pretty resent. Oh shit Darrys waiting for me to come home.
"Pony, where the hell have you been?"
"I was in the park with Johnny; I fell asleep and didn't know the time! I'm sorry!"
Oh no, I know this date oh so well. Why do I have to see this one? OW! Darry slapped me! Oh boy this day was a nightmare!
Now I'm in the park.
"Johnny we're running away! Are you coming?"
"Ok" then the 14 years old and Johnny were gone.5 minutes later we were back in the park. The 14 years old and Johnny were smoking. God, I could sure use a smoke right about now…Oh no….the blue mustang. If I never ran away, this wouldn't be happening. Now were in the middle of a fight, little me and Johnny vs. 5 drunken socs. Shit. Now bobs got my head and he's trying to drown me in the fountains. At that moment I thought I was dead, but…then Johnny did it. I saw 4 socs run away to the blue mustang. Then I saw Johnny sitting there, crying. When the 14 year old woke up, Johnny told him the worst news.
"What's wrong Johnny?"
"I….I…killed him"
"Oh no, you didn't. Please say you're lying!"
Johnny just slowly shook his head.
"I think I'm goanna be sick..."
"Go ahead. I won't look…"
I don't know if it was from the water or that scary thing Johnny said but I felt sick too. How can Johnny have the guts to do that? Just kill bob like that? I'm so confused. The two teens left the park in search for help. Most importantly to me is why would Johnny kill someone for my sake? I've done nothing special for him to do that. If he just let me die, he could have been happy, make a family, live the life he deserved. Why did he do that? Maybe he…no no. that can't be…can it? Now I'm back in the hallway. Thank god.
