"Dally, what are we going to do? Johnny killed Bob and now we have to stay in this church forever" I burst out.
"Relax, just eat your burger while I think of something" Dally said pretending to be calm, but I knew he wasn't.
"I'm so sorry Ponyboy that I got you into this mess" Johnny whimpered.
"No, it's ok. We are always here for each oth-"
Johnny fell on the floor, and all of a sudden we were in the hospital and the nurse came in and said:
"I'm sorry.. but he didn't make it" Then, flashes of blue, red and white light were going off. Bang! Dally fell with a loud thump to the floor, he was dead.
"No, no, no!"
"Ponyboy, stop screaming! It's two in the morning!" Darry barked.
"It's Dally, he… he,-"
"Sodapop, get over here, I think we gotta bring Ponyboy to the doc."
"It's okay Pony, it was just a dream, really, it's okay" Soda slowly told me, fear clearly showing in his eyes.
"Ponyboy, you sure you're okay?" Darry asked me, obviously concerned.
"I think so" I said, still breathing quickly and heavily, as Soda rubbed my back, not knowing what to do.
Darry was still unsure, so he brought me to the doctor. I really hate the doctor, but he made me go anyways.
"Ponyboy," the doc called me in after speaking to Darry and Soda.
"Hey, young man, just sit right there for me."
I sat down in one of the chairs in front of his office, looking at all the awards on the shelves.
"So, I hear you are having some bad dreams" he said.
"Yeah, I guess" I started to rub my arm, and I wouldn't look him in the eye, like I always do when I'm at the doctor's office.
"Well, tell me what you're dreaming about" the doctor questioned.
"I- I- I'm dreaming about my friends." I corrected myself, "my family… that passed away" I stammered.
"And, what exactly are you doing, or, where are you?" he asked again, jotting down notes on a yellow note pad.
"I'm always at the place where…" I started to cry.
"Go on, Pony, tell him where you always are" Soda began, putting his warm hand on my shoulder.
"I'm always... always at the place where they died" I said, then burst into tears.
Soda gave me a hug, saying, "It's okay, Pony, it's okay."
"That's all I need today, but I may need to talk to you Darry about a psychologist for Ponyboy. "
"Thanks doc," Darry said, and swooped me into a hug.
We walked out to the car, and I hopped in. I didn't feel very good about getting a psychologist for myself. It's not like I have problems or something, but I'm just a little wrecked still after Dally and Johnny...died.
"How are we going to pay for a psychologist Darry? Since Mr. Smart here lost his job," Soda teased.
"Look, it was not my fault! God damn, if you two would just understand how hard it is to act as a guardian for you guys! Everything I'm doing is for you!" Darry screamed, his face turning red as the ignition started.
"What? You lost your job?" I was shocked.
"I was going to tell you, but this really has nothing to do with you."
"What do you mean? This has everything to do with me!"
"Well, you know what, I tried my best, and if you can't accept that then maybe I just should be your-" Darry paused and the car suddenly swerved around and around. The world was turning upside down, and all I could see was Darry's head banging against the windows. I gripped onto my seat belt, and put my other arm across Soda's seat, to stop him from flying through the window. I tried to reach Darry, too, but I couldn't reach all the way around him.