Disclaimer: I don't own the outsiders.
I thought of this when I was sad, so it's probably really deprssing and pessimistic. Johnny is seven.
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There was no where to hide, and there was no where to run. All the windows where boarded up and he blocked the exit. I was scared out of my mind. Why does he do this? Why was I born? When will I die…? Those were the thoughts I constantly had.
Thunk… thunk… thunk…
He's coming. I cant take much more. He's gonna kill me.
The door flew open and my dad came in with a chain with a padlock connected to it. Without a word, he swung it and the lock colided with my head and I saw stars. I fell to the ground. I could feel my cheek swelling up. He dropped the chain and picked me up by the shirt collar and started punching me. Afterward, he dropped me and left me there. He's not ending it tonight, I'll wake up tomorrow and feel the same pain as always.
I cold hear my dad screaming at my mom, telling her what a bad idea it was to have me. Then I heard gunshots. My heart almost froze. Had someone killed them? Had they killed each other?
The door opened softly and Dally stepped in, helped me up, and walked out of the room with me. I feared the worst, and I guess he saw it.
"Don't worry, kid. I didn't shoot 'em, just scared 'em." I guess he knew it would tear me appart for my parents to die.
We left my house and the whole gang was waiting for me outside, they took me to the Curtis' house. I don't remember how, though; I passed out once we got to the street.
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Its short, but I wanted it to be. Tell me what you think.