Undescriable chapter 5:

Nightmares Etched in Granite

Disclaimer: S E Hinton owns all the characters from the outsiders I only own Zoey. My friend owns Brooklyn

When we got to the graveyard I paused before pushing open the gate. As I stepped inside I felt as if I was intruding on a place that was only meant for the dead and that the living had no purpose here.

"Pony are you sure you want to do this" Two-bit asked concern flooding his voice.

"You don't have to" Zoey said her voice barley above a whisper.

"I'm fine" I told her maybe a little to harshly.

We walked in and found their graves next to each others. Each only had a simple tombstone. You know the kind that only have their names and their dates of birth and death. I took one look at them and had to tun away so no one would be able to see the tears brimming in my eyes threatening to spill over.

Johnny's last words to me started to echo in my head. "Stay gold Ponyboy stay gold." echoed over and over again then the images started to flash before my eyes. The image of Johnny passing away in the hospital. The image of Dallas getting shot down by the cops with the unloaded gun in his hands.

I felt someone set a hand on my shoulder and ask "Are you okay Ponyboy"

I looked up to find it was Zoey that had her hand on my shoulder. "Yeah I'm fine Zoe can I just have a minute to myself." I asked her.

"Sure Ponyboy" she said. Her soft voice left the last part of my name lost in the wind as she turned around to go join Brooklyn and Two-bit. They started whispering in low tones, low enough that I couldn't hear them even though I was only about a foot away from where they were standing in a small circle.

My mind wandered away again to the last time I saw Johnny in the hospital. Him dying his request for me the last thing to pass his lips. Dallas spinning around and hitting the wall.

It was to much to take. I turned and ran. I ran down the rows after rows of headstones all containing names of people unknown to me. Did all of these people have friends who were going insane even at the mention of their names.

I continued to run blindly through the rows of gravestones vaguely aware of three people chasing me. Two-bit cursing and yelling at me to get back here before I got hurt. Brooklyn just chasing me and yelling my name. The last was Zoey.

I turned around and my eyes met hers at that moment I stopped running and sank to the ground my back against the tree that I had stopped against.