Soda's POV
"Well? How is he?" I asked. I was crying so much my vision was blurry. I was scared to death of the answer. The doctor had a look like if he was sorry. I then knew the answer, but I just had to make sure. He couldn't be dead he just couldn't be.
"He has...deceased."
"Meaning?"
"He has passed away."
"But...but how could he? He was still alive when I brought him here. He couldn't have...why the hell did you let him die!"
"It wasn't our fault. He had consumed too many drugs. He did live long enough to say this though, 'Don't you ever forget Soda and don't change. I missed you and I couldn't live without my best friend. I think this is the best way to go man.'"
That put a smile on my face. I shouldn't forget and I know I never will. He was the best friend anyone could ever have and no one in the world could replace him.
"Thanks Doctor."
I left without another word. I never knew what Two-Bit, Dally, or Johnny had to say about this, and I didn't care. I really didn't. I took my car back home. I was crying all the way partly because I was sad but also because I was happy. At least good ol' Steve wouldn't suffer no more.
I walked into my house.
"Hello. What happened?"
"He left."
"I'm truly sorry." I knew he was too. He didn't sound it but I knew he was and I was glad.
"I'm going to bed."
"Very well. I have to go to a party tonight so you'll be the only one here. Oh and also the maid."
"Okay. Bye."
"Good-bye."
He left and I walked up to my room.
My best friend had died. I might have been able to stop it. No actually Darry had caused it. I then decided I was gonna give him a call.
I dialed the number.
"Hello?" said a voice.
"Yeah, is Darrel Curtis there?"
"Yeah, hold on."
"Hello?" said a new voice that belonged to Darry.
"Hey, it's Soda."
"Oh, hi. How are you?"
"I'm okay. It's too bad Steve isn't though."
"What's wrong with Steve?" He said in an unconcerned voice. I hated him right then and there.
"He's dead you bastard!"
"What? How did this happen?" He said it in a mildly concerned voice. I couldn't believe him! How could he not be so goddamn concerned?
"You goddamn caused it!"
"No I didn't!"
"Yeah, you made us leave Tulsa, and Steve got so fuckin' depressed! He started taking drugs and well he consumed too much that he died!"
"He caused it himself."
"If you hadn't made us leave it wouldn't have happened!"
"Well yes but he's the one that chose to take drugs."
"BUT IT COULD'VE BEEN PREVENTED!" I was angrier than ever. I hated every bit of what used to be my brother. I couldn't believe he was related to me. If I hadn't known him all my life and someone told me he was my brother I would've said they were crazy. But he hadn't always been like this. He was great before mom and dad died.
"You know what? He died, he died, and you can't change that. Just forget about it."
"You know what? Forget you!" I hung up the phone and was close to bawling. I didn't though. I had to be tough. I just had to be. I couldn't let this get too me or else I won't live.
"Master Soda?" It was the maid.
"Yeah?"
"Would you like something to eat?"
"No thanks. I'm not hungry."
"But you haven't eaten all day. You should at least eat a snack."
"I'm not hungry," I repeated.
"Very well, but I'll make something in case you get hungry later."
"Okay."
And with that she left...
"Well? How is he?" I asked. I was crying so much my vision was blurry. I was scared to death of the answer. The doctor had a look like if he was sorry. I then knew the answer, but I just had to make sure. He couldn't be dead he just couldn't be.
"He has...deceased."
"Meaning?"
"He has passed away."
"But...but how could he? He was still alive when I brought him here. He couldn't have...why the hell did you let him die!"
"It wasn't our fault. He had consumed too many drugs. He did live long enough to say this though, 'Don't you ever forget Soda and don't change. I missed you and I couldn't live without my best friend. I think this is the best way to go man.'"
That put a smile on my face. I shouldn't forget and I know I never will. He was the best friend anyone could ever have and no one in the world could replace him.
"Thanks Doctor."
I left without another word. I never knew what Two-Bit, Dally, or Johnny had to say about this, and I didn't care. I really didn't. I took my car back home. I was crying all the way partly because I was sad but also because I was happy. At least good ol' Steve wouldn't suffer no more.
I walked into my house.
"Hello. What happened?"
"He left."
"I'm truly sorry." I knew he was too. He didn't sound it but I knew he was and I was glad.
"I'm going to bed."
"Very well. I have to go to a party tonight so you'll be the only one here. Oh and also the maid."
"Okay. Bye."
"Good-bye."
He left and I walked up to my room.
My best friend had died. I might have been able to stop it. No actually Darry had caused it. I then decided I was gonna give him a call.
I dialed the number.
"Hello?" said a voice.
"Yeah, is Darrel Curtis there?"
"Yeah, hold on."
"Hello?" said a new voice that belonged to Darry.
"Hey, it's Soda."
"Oh, hi. How are you?"
"I'm okay. It's too bad Steve isn't though."
"What's wrong with Steve?" He said in an unconcerned voice. I hated him right then and there.
"He's dead you bastard!"
"What? How did this happen?" He said it in a mildly concerned voice. I couldn't believe him! How could he not be so goddamn concerned?
"You goddamn caused it!"
"No I didn't!"
"Yeah, you made us leave Tulsa, and Steve got so fuckin' depressed! He started taking drugs and well he consumed too much that he died!"
"He caused it himself."
"If you hadn't made us leave it wouldn't have happened!"
"Well yes but he's the one that chose to take drugs."
"BUT IT COULD'VE BEEN PREVENTED!" I was angrier than ever. I hated every bit of what used to be my brother. I couldn't believe he was related to me. If I hadn't known him all my life and someone told me he was my brother I would've said they were crazy. But he hadn't always been like this. He was great before mom and dad died.
"You know what? He died, he died, and you can't change that. Just forget about it."
"You know what? Forget you!" I hung up the phone and was close to bawling. I didn't though. I had to be tough. I just had to be. I couldn't let this get too me or else I won't live.
"Master Soda?" It was the maid.
"Yeah?"
"Would you like something to eat?"
"No thanks. I'm not hungry."
"But you haven't eaten all day. You should at least eat a snack."
"I'm not hungry," I repeated.
"Very well, but I'll make something in case you get hungry later."
"Okay."
And with that she left...