Yay! I am updating! I had too much sugar! Cookies are cool! I am going to shut and and write...
Oh ya and somebody wanted Ponyboy to murder someone. My parents are going to wonder why I looked up how to kill someone... I PROMISE I WILL NEVER DO THAT BLOOD MAKES ME WANT TO PUKE! Well if it is real. Like I accidentally cut my finger today.I started freaking out and felt really sick. The killing will be next chapter.
The effects of the pill were getting worse on my body. I didn't collapse like the first time. My thoughts became dark and everyone who came near me I wanted to kill. The month was coming to an end. The doctor was still going to to present me. He was going to let me stay with my brothers for a few days before I leave. I didn't want too but, my own house was much better then the mental hospital. Dr. Marly roughly shoved me in the backseat. I glared at him and sat up. I buckled himself in right as the car lurched forward. I hit my head on the seat in front of me. The doctor just chuckled and continued driving.
" Don't die before we get there!"
" Of course not!" I smiled. You might though...
Laughing to myself, I looked out the window. Nothing was growing since it was winter.
Dead grass... Dead flowers... Dead me?
I won't die yet. Something stops me. I keep thinking that I jumped in front of Darry's car because I wanted someone to save me. It can't true, just the medicine talking right?
Before I know it the doctor has driven to my house. I shakily stepped out of the car and debated if I should run.
" Ponyboy!" Someone yells before I can. Sodapop gives me a bear hug.
" Hey..." The sound barely comes out. I don't know why I got nervous all of the sudden. Sodapop is no stranger. Something about him is off. He let's go and starts pulling me inside; leaving Darry too talk to Dr. Marly. I kinda feel bad for him.
" So is it true, are you getting better?" Soda asked when he closed the door.
" Yep!" No I am getting worse. Also, you would look nice without a head.
" Maybe you can come home soon!" He looked me dead in the eye," For good!"
" Maybe..." I felt bad having to lie to him.
" Well I am happy you home for a little bit!"
" Me too." And for once, I wasn't lying.