Notes: Sorry for the long wait. Thanks for all the reviews! As you wanted here is chapter 2, enjoy and R&R PLZ.
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Chapter two: Bloody foot printsPony's POV
As soon we arrived they rolled me inside the mental hospital. My cut wrists were wrapped up and taped so I couldn't get at them. I soon found myself in a room that was dark lying in a cold bed, hooked up to some kind of machine. I could hear my doctor, Doctor Wilson. He was a young man with brown hair and he stood 5'5. I listened to him talk on and on to Darry, thinking I was crazy. Bah, that's what I say to that.
" Mr.Curtis, now I'm going to ask you again and I want you to tell me this time." Doctor Wilson said calmly to my eldest brother, Darry.
" Okay" Darry said to him, in a quiet voice.
Doctor Wilson cleared his throat and began to talk once more, " Has your brother, Ponyboy had mental illness in the past?".
" Well… no, this is the first time he has shown any signs of it at all" Darry replied simply. Just by the sound of his voice you could tell he was scared and Darry was never scared.
" I see… What did you say your brother was talking about before?" Doctor Wilson asked Darry.. I shifted in my bed the thought of what happened made me sick.
" He said something about Johnny's ghost" Darry told him. Just from the sound of Darry's voice you could tell, he was scared for me then. I felt bad for him. I didn't want him to have to see me like this.
"Ghost huh? Okay, who's this Johnny person?" Doctor Wilson asked Darry. How dare he say that about Johnny I thought and started breathing weirdly and yelped out loud.
"Johnny, he was Pony's best friend… He died a few months ago. Johnny was very close to Ponyboy" Darry told him sounding sad. I felt then that I would start bawling in spite of myself. However I didn't. I only let out a small whimper and then a giggle. What the hell is wrong with me?
Later that night I had been trying to fall to sleep, but I found it hard to. I laid there listening to the ticking sound of the clock on the wall and dripping of the sink in the bathroom.
" Help… me…help.. me.." I jumped as I heard the cries for help. It sounded so distant from me, but yet so close by? I sat up in my bed and slowly moved my way to the bathroom.
"Hey Ponyboy, I heard what happen" I jumped and turned to see Two-bit standing in the doorway. God knows why he was doing here this late at night. But I had no time to ask him why. " So… They have gone and placed you in the funny farm?" he asked and I rolled my eyes.
" Did you hear the cries for help? They were coming form the bathroom" I said to him and glanced in the bathroom to find no one.
" No" Two-bit answered me sounding confused.
"Help me.. Help me.." I could hear it again and this time it was louder. Two-bit must be nutty if he can't hear that time.
" Did you hear it? There it was again" I said to him and I walked trying to follow the voice that I knew belong to Johnny now.
" Ponyboy.. your feet.. There's blood.." Two-bit gasped and I quickly turned and looked down. There was bloody foot prints. I held up my foot saw no blood on it. I placed my feet back down and walked once more and more bloody foot print showed up.
" We have to help him… We have to help Johnny, man.." I moaned as Two-bit just stood there staring at me like I've gone crazy.
"Pony… there' no one there, man " Two-bit told me confused.
"Help me…. Help me…" Johnny's cries were going off again and they had sounded liked they were coming from the hall. I made my way to the hall and glanced up and down the hallway.. Before I could go any farther with that, Doctor Wilson and a blonde nurse came in and part me to my bed.
" No!… No! Wait! Johnny's in trouble" I cried out to them, I tried to make them listen to me but it wasn't working very well at all.
"Easy There Ponyboy, just take a deep breath" Doctor Wilson told me.
"NO! You have listen to me! PLEASE!" I cried even louder. All Two-bit could do was stand there watching me. " Two-bit! Make them listen to me!" I cried out to him. But he didn't help me at all.
" Calm down!" Doctor Wilson told me sternly and tried to push me down on the bed and kept yelling out, until the nurse gave me a shot and I dropped on the bed sleeping.
The next day I rose quickly me and felt tired still. As I laid in my bed I noticed the bloody footprints were gone now. If Johnny wants help, what was it that he wanted? How could I possibly help him, if he was dead?
That's all for Chapter 2, PLZ R&R.