Chapter 17

Anyone's POV

Pony held the blade tightly as his hand started to shake.

I want this I need this.. He thought and gently brought the blade down to his wrist. His arm began to shake more. I can't hurt anymore...

And that's how is started. He made one cut, followed by another, followed by another. He winced at the pain in his wrist. In his mind, physical pain was better then emotional. He felt the blood run down his arm, and the whole time he was cutting, he was thinking about Sodapop.

He made a few more cuts, and watched his blood drip onto the counter with watery eyes. He wanted to die, and he knew it. He couldn't take the pain anymore. He couldn't stand to look at Soda, knowing what Soda did to him. He felt bad for lying to Soda as well, telling him he was forgiven when he wasn't.

Soda was the only thing on his mind at that moment.

Soda hates me.. Soda hates me.. He thought as he remembered the way Soda had treated him when his friends were around. He made one more cut.

He was so focused on Soda, that he didn't hear the footsteps. He didn't hear the door creak open. He didn't hear the "Wha- Pony?!' until it was too late.

Pony jumped and looked over at the doorway to see a tired yet worried Darry. Darry's hair was a mess, sticking up in every direction, and he looked tired.

"D-Darry?" Came Pony's soft voice. Darry was surprised at how broken it sounded.

"Pony.." Darry said quietly and his eyes got watery, which surprised Pony. Darry walked forward and engulfed Pony in a tight hug. Pony jumped again but hugged Darry back gently, only using his arm that wasn't bleeding that much.

"Pony why?" Darry asked quietly and tried not to start crying right then and there.

Pony buried his face into Darry's shoulder and started sobbing. "Because.." He sobbed into Darry's shoulder.

"Because why?" Darry asked and tried to keep his own voice from shaking.

"B-Because.. Because I don't want to hurt anymore!" He sobbed.

Darry was speechless for a moment, then whispered, "S-So you tried to kill y-yourself?"

Pony didn't say anything and hugged Darry tighter. "Pony you can't do that.. We need you.. We love you.. You can't die right now.."

Pony kept silent and continued to hug Darry. "I'm sorry.." He sobbed quietly.

Darry rubbed his back gently then let go of him and looked at him with watery eyes. Darry then grabbed a rag and wet it. "want to c-clean off your arm?" Darry asked Pony quietly, and his voice cracked.

Pony stared back at Darry, then started to slowly clean off his arm.

"Please don't do it again.." Darry begged and watched him.

Pony didn't say anything and continued to clean his arm.

"P-please?" Darry begged.

Pony looked up at Darry with a sad look. To Darry, he looked... Broken. He was broken.

"I'll try.." Pony promised quietly, and Darry hugged him again. Darry hugged Pony tightly, and let Pony cry.

Darry couldn't help but feel a bit angry towards Sodapop. He hurt Pony. He caused this, and he didn't even know it.

"Pony?.. I'm going to have to tell So-"

"No." Pony interrupted. "No. Don't. Please."

"He has to know what he did."

"H-he does?"

Darry nodded, and Pony sighed sadly. "Fine... I'll tell him.." Pony said in a heartbroken voice.

Okay, I honestly feel bad for making him cut, but I won't do it anymore. Sorry about that. I really am. I'm just going through tough times right now and writing it into my story like that kind of helps. I am really sorry. Im really sorry if you didn't like this chapter