Disclaimer-I do not own The Outsiders. S.E. Hinton does.

Screams of pain echoed through the dark room. Unheard. Except for one person. The person who was causing the pain, the screams, the insanity.

"Please …" Soda begged. But it was no use. He knew it wouldn't stop. The pain would continue to come. It would always come. He couldn't even remember any other feeling besides pain, agony, and sorrow.

"You're so perfect Soda."

His compliments meant nothing. "He" just said them out of a sick obsession anyways.

"I'll do anything," Soda whispered. "Just let me go. Please …"

David stared down at him with a confused look on his face. Almost like he couldn't even fathom what Soda had just said to him. Why would he want to leave? Wasn't he good enough for him?

"Why do you want to leave?" David asked through gritted teeth. His voice becoming dangerously low. "Haven't I given you everything? Aren't I good enough? What! What is it!"

Soda didn't say anything. He tightly closed his eyes and tried his best to keep the tears in. If "He" saw them … He didn't even want to know what would happen.

David grew even more angry when Soda didn't answer. Now he thinks he's too good enough to even answer one of my questions!

"You son of a bitch!" David yelled while roughly flipping Soda over onto his stomach. David sat on Soda's legs and flipped out his blade. "Your gonna regret not answering me." David growled into Soda's ear as he pressed the blade against Soda's back. "You're perfect but then yet … you're so … ungrateful."

"I'm sorry." Soda apologized as his voice cracked from the threaten of tears that so desperately wanted to stream down his face. "I'll be better. I promise."

David laughed cruelly as he pressed the blade of his knife harder to Soda's back.

"You're not sorry." David insisted with a sick grin stretched across his pale face. "If you were-" He said as he gently slid the blade down Soda's back. Almost in a sick playful sort of way. "You wouldn't continue to be an ungrateful little brat."

Suddenly David moved the blade to the upper part of Soda's back and got to work. It was different though … He wasn't making long and deep gashes in his skin like he usually did … It almost seemed as if he were creating a pattern of some sort. But just because it was different didn't mean it made it hurt any less.

Soda clenched his teeth and fists in pain. He was doing it so hard that his nails actually cut into the palm of his hands drawing blood.

When David was done he stared down at the bloody mess he had made. It's perfect, he thought with a smile, just like him.

David got off of Soda and put the blade back into his pocket.

"Aw Soda," he said sadly. "Did it really hurt that bad?"

Soda's shoulders started to shake and there was a familiar sort of choking feeling in his throat. He was about to cry.

"I'm sorry Soda," Daid apologized in a quiet voice. "I was just mad … I had to fix your flaw. You're supposed to be perfect and you were being ungrateful. That's a flaw my perfect little Pepsi Cola."

Soda lost it when David used his nickname. Only Darry called him that … Tears streamed uncontrollably down Soda's face and sobs wracked through his scarred body.

"It's okay Soda," David said quietly. "Don't cry. It's okay."

David pulled Soda into a hug, being careful not to touch the new wound he had created.

"Shhh Soda, it's okay. It's over now."

Sodapop shot up in bed. His eyes wide and his breathing heavy. I'm home, he thought, I'm home calm down!

"Soda..?" Ponyboy said tiredly while rubbing his eyes. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah …" Soda answered in a whisper.

"Are you sure?" Pony asked, sitting up a little in bed as he did.

"I said I was fine! What don't you get about that!" Soda snapped suddenly.

Ponyboy was shocked at his brother's outburst. Soda never yelled at him …

"Sorry …" Ponyboy apologized. "I didn't mean to make you upset."

"You're not sorry! If you were you wouldn't be constantly asking me 'Are you okay Soda?' 'Are you sure Soda?' 'What's wrong Soda?' I'm fine!"

Ponyboy's eyes grew wide at this. "I …" He didn't know what to say. Soda never acted like this.

Sodapop glared at his brother before realizing that he wouldn't understood. No one would EVER understand!

Soda got out of bed and angrily stormed out of the room. He went into the bathroom and slammed the door shut, locking it in the process.

He glared into the mirror and his anger only grew into rage when he saw some of the scars that covered his body. No one will ever understand.

He gripped the sides of the sink and tried to calm himself down.

"I had to fix your flaw Soda."

"Shut up …"

"You're supposed to be perfect."

"Shut up."

"You were being ungrateful."

"Shut up!" He screamed as he slammed his fist into the mirror. Shattering the glass and splitting his knuckles open. He didn't care though. Nothing mattered anymore.

"My perfect little Pepsi Cola."

Blood dripped onto the floor and Soda heard someone running towards the bathroom. He assumed it was Darry. Pony was probably following after him though.

"You were being ungrateful."

Soda fell to his knees, ignoring his brother who was banging on the door, ordering him to unlock it. Nothing mattered …

He felt trapped. He couldn't escape. He would never forget. "He" wouldn't let him. He was trapped inside his own body that reminded him everyday of what happened. Every scar brought up the memories. Every single scar.

He was ungrateful.

So that's it for chapter five. I updated early because I felt bad for making you guys wait and well … because I wanted to lol. Please review and tell me how I did =) You know how much I love your reviews. Also I want to thank ikedandude, Steph36, SpiderLlamas, ConfuzzledAtLife, and spicygurl for their reviews =)