Hey guys… well I completely forgot about the math test I had to take today so it this is posted late I'm sorry. Anyways, hope you like this chapter! Please excuse and typos.

OH WAIT! I forgot to say! So many people have been giving me suggestions on how the story should go, and I'm sorry if the story doesn't go how you want it to, I truly am. But I cannot use every suggestion. I'm sorry in advance!

Disclaimer: I do not own the outsiders or any of the characters. ;(

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(7 A.M. at the Curtis house)

"SODAPOP GET UP! YOU NEED TO GET READY FOR WORK!" Darry yelled from across the house. Soda only moaned as a response. Darry then walked into his room and yelled again.

"Sodapop Patrick Curtis if you don't get your butt up right now you're going to be late!"

"Fine Darry!" He then sat up and walked to the bathroom. Darry went to his room afterwards to get himself ready.

"Where's Ponyboy?" Twobit asked. "Cause I was thinkin', he can't really go to school for a while."

"I don't really care if he goes anyways. He can ruin his life, and maybe even end it and I wouldn't care." Dally huffed.

"Ok didn't ask that, but anyways. He can't go to school because the school will suspect abuse. Damn it the kid is so weak he couldn't even attempt to protect himself." Twobit chuckled.

"So? If he goes to school and looks abused he will be taken away from Darry. If he's taken away from Darry, he is out of the gang and isn't our responsibility. If he's not our responsibility we can beat him as much as we want to teach him a lesson." Dally replied.

"True… but they can't really take him away from Darry. Darry won't let them. I'm pretty sure Darry and soda will eventually forgive him and plus, their parents told Darry to take care of him." Steve replied biting his nails.

"Yeah so how will we get rid of him?" Twobit asked. "School's our of the picture, social services is not an option either."

"Well maybe if we, ya know, pick on him and "bully" him he might run away." Steve replied in a mischievous tone.

"Yeah, we could beat him up even more until he can't take it and he runs away." Twobit replies with a smirk.

"Guys, the thing is he could react to what we are doing in a different way than we think he will." Dally rolled his eyes.

"What do you mean…?" Steve asked.

"The kids sensitive, and he bottles up his feeling most of the time."

"Still don't see your point, Dal." Steve laughed with no amusement.

"What if he kills himself?" Dally concluded.

Everyone suddenly went silent. They all wouldn't mind is pony were to kill himself at the time, one less mouth to feed and one less responsibility. But ponyboy was not just a responsibility, he was a member of the gang. The baby of the gang. He was smart, kind, and sensitive. He was family. They knew that what he did was an accident but they were all way to angry with the fact that it happened to feel any sympathy towards ponyboy.

"What is it to you, Dally? Just a minute ago you said you wouldn't care if he were to kill himself." Twobit replied.

"Yeah, I know. I wouldn't care, but In like a week Soda and Darry would probably forgive the damn kid. If pony did kill himself, it would destroy them." Dally said in a monotone voice.

They all thought about what Dally just said for a little while.

"Guys…" Steve spoke up. "Wouldn't you feel at least a little guilty if anything were to happen to Ponyboy?"

Again, the silence came over them.

"I'm pretty sure we would all feel pretty bad if he were to run away or kill himself. I mean what he did was absolutely, I don't even know how to explain it in words." Steve paused and ran his hand through his hair. "But if anything were to happen to 'im, we would all be guilty. I don't think we should make him run away or kill himself anymore. I think we should just make his life a living hell for a little while until he learns his lesson." Steve finished and put his hand behind his head.

"Fine. Fine whatever. But I'm telling you right now, I don't care about the kid." Dally said.

"Umhm, k." Steve replied. "Ok well I'm off to work guys. Remember, STICK to the plan. Lookin' at you Dally." Steve smirked playfully.

"HURRY THE HELL UP SODA OR IM LEAVING YOU HERE!" Steve yelled.

"ALRIGHT, I'm COMING!" Soda yelled from the bathroom.

A few moments later Soda emerged from the bathroom, uniform on and hair greased to perfection.

"Lemme just get my hat. I'll meet you in the car." Soda said. Steve walked out while Darry emerged from his room and walking out to his truck.

"Soda grab some toast it's on the counter!" Darry yelled from the doorway.

"M'Kay!"

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(Pony's POV)

I woke up again around 12:00 pm, so midday. I didn't hear anyone in the house, so I thought it would be ok to walk out of my room. I started to limp out of my room (which hurt like hell) and to the kitchen. Half way to the kitchen I realized I wasn't at the house alone.

Twobit and Dally were sitting on the couch seemingly staring at nothing.

They then turned my way as I fell the the ground in pain.

"About time you woke up ya piece of shit." Dally said glaring my direction.

"We've been waiting for your lazy ass to get up, so we can tell you that Johnny died in the hospital an hour ago." Twobit hissed. "You know who's fault it is? It's all yours! If you hadn't of been so damn stupid he would still be here with us!" Twobit eyes seemed to fill with rage as he stood up and walked closer and closer to to me. I didn't want him to keep yelling at me but did he actually die? Was my nightmare coming true?! Were they going to kill me!?

My thoughts were to much to handle so I put my hand over my ears and yelled.

"YOU LIAR! HE'S NOT DEAD! HE CAN'T BE! WE SAW HIM JUST YESTERDAY!" I cried. My cries turned into sobs.

"WELL MAYBE YOU SHOULD OF THOUGHT ABOUT THAT BEFORE YOU TRIPPED!" Dally screamed.

I didn't want to talk because it hurt to much to open my mouth, but I was not ganna let them yell at me and accuse me of my friends death. Was it actually my fault though? Did I kill Johnny. I'm a murderer. What have I done?!

"I'm SO SORRY! I DIDN'T MEAN TO KILL JOHNNY! I REALLY DIDN'T MEAN TO!" I started sobbing the hardest I've ever sobbed before. But I deserved to cry. I deserved to feel sad. I killed my best friend. I'm a killer.

"Yeah, you should be. You killed your supposed best friend. What kind of sick freak would kill their best friend. He wasn't your friend. He didn't deserve to be your friend. You fucking sicko!" Twobit yelled.

I wanted to die right there. I knew it. I am a killer. But if I didn't kill myself they would kill me instead. I didn't want them to kill me just yet, I wasn't ready.

"PLEASE DON'T KILL ME!" I screamed as I made a pathetic attempt at crawling back to my room. Every time I move it hurt so bad my body would tense up. So I screamed in agony.

"Don't kill you? Hah, we will make you life a LIVING hell ponyboy. You'll feel what Johnny felt." After Dally finished he smiled an overly friendly smile towards me.

"Karmas a bitch." Dallys smile fell. "Hope you enjoy it Ponyboy."

I was scared out of my mind, so scared in fact that I felt like I couldn't breathe.

(Dally's POV)

The kid looked like he was beginning to suffocate. I didn't know what was happening. I was a little panicked because this was not how I planned this conversation to pan out. But I would never show any emotion besides anger on my face when I'm trying to act tuff.

(Twobit's POV)

The kid can't get air in his lungs. I think he's having a panick attack. This is not how I planned this to go. I don't think we should of told him Johnny died. Johnny only slipped into a coma, and the doctor called us to notify us about it. We just decided to tell him Johnny was dead to make him feel even worse. But this was worse than I intended to react. The kid looks like he's dying for Christ sake! I glance over at Dallas to see what he's thinking.

If you really know 'im, you could see the panic in his eyes.

He glances to look at me for a split second then back at the kid.

What did we get ourselves into.

(Back to Pony's POV)

I think I was having a panic attack. I couldn't get air onto my lungs and I started to sob. I can't believe I murdered Johnny. It was all my fault. IM A MURDERER. I AM A KILLER. A CRUEL, HEARTLESS ASSHOLE. I deserve to die. No, no I don't! Everyone deserves to live! Everyone! Including me, right? No! No I don't! I killed him. I KILLED HIM! I KI-

My thoughts were interrupted by black dots. Soon enough they covered my vision and everything went black.

(3rd person)

"Shit!" Dally yelled. He then knelt down by the kid to see if he was breathing. He was. Twobit and Dally then sighed in relief.

"You think we went to far by telling him Johnny's dead?" Dally asked.

"Maybe a little, bit it's fine. Now our job at making his life a living hell will be easier, I guess…" Twobit replied.

"Yeah, true" Dally shrugged.

They both knew that they felt bad for the kid. They knew it. But they had to act like they were mad at him to get the message threw. But what they didn't know was what was goin on through Ponyboy's head. Pony got the message already, and he felt awful guilty about "killing Johnny". Pony was drowning. Drowning in self hatred that the gang put on him.

"Imma bring the kid back to his room, maybe make him a sandwich and put it in a plate." Twobit said.

"Sure, once you're done let's go visit Johnny." Dally said to him.

"Alright man. Oh! And also, call the school and tell them Pony's sick. I think that might work as an excuse for his absence."

"K."

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Don't worry guys, the story will move along much faster in future chapters. I don't really like this chapter but it's necessary, so… HAVE A GREAT DAY I LOVE YOU GUYS SOOOO MUCH! BYEEEEEE.