Trigger warning. Very depressing. I'll provide a summary if you don't want to read. (A little swearing)

I came home from the hospital that day. I sat on the couch watching Mickey Mouse with Two-bit while Darry cleaned up the kitchen. Soda burst through the door smiling and playfully hitting Stvev. All was normal for a minute.

"Did they hurt you too bad?" Steve asked.

"Just shock. I kinda wish they would've killed me," I said.

"Don't say that, Ponyboy," Two-bit put his arm around me, "We couldn't get along without you.

"Look what you did Soda! You put your little brother into some kind of suicidal mind set and it was all for your stupid party! You go straight to hell!" Steve yelled. Two-bit looked at Soda and flipped him off before leaving the house with Steve. Soda left the room and headed down the hall. I had never seen Steve and Soda fight. I had defintely never heard anyone yell at Soda or insult him in anyway. No one was mean to Soda. Period.

"Should I check on him?" I asked Darry but he seemed to shrug it off. Soda never acted like this.

A few moments later Soda emerged from our room and into the living room with a big goofy smile on his face and a peice of paper in his hands. He rushed over and hugged me.

"Goodbye, I love you," He whispered.

"Where are you going?" I said aloud.

"I'm gonna talk to Steve," he said. Then he disappeared into the kitchen. I watched him hug Darry, who was startled.

"Are you drunk?" Darry asked him. Soda shook his head.

"Bye," Darry said as Soda left the house.

After about a half an hour he returned. Darry didn't look up from the bills he was working on in the kitchen when Soda entered.

"What did you do?" I asked him.

"I said bye to Steve and Two-bit," He said.

"Why?" I asked. He looked at me, his smile fading.

"I never meant to hurt anyone," Soda called.

"What's done is done, Soda, and you can't change it," Darry said his voice angerier than I'd ever heard it. Soda had tears briming his eyes when he pulled out his switchblade. Darry wasn't paying attention but I noticed. I let out a small scream and all of a sudden, time stood still. I closed my eyes and prayed that he wouldn't hurt Darry.

My prayers were answered. I opened my eyes and saw blood dripping from my brother's chest where Soda had buried his knife trying to end his on life. Then Darry looked up. He rushed to Soda's side and told me to call an ambulence.

Soda died in the ambulence. Darry pulled out his suicide note. The one he was holding when he said goodbye to me. Darry read it first. Then he did something he hadn't done since I reunited with him in the hospital after the church incident, He cried. He handed me the note and put his head in his hands.

Dear anyone who reads this,

I guess I suceeded. I am dead. After what Steve said I realized: We were born to die. And I probably now live in hell. Smile for me please. I just can't stand you a;; against me.

Love,

Sodapop Curtis.

The pain hit me right away. I would never see him smile or hug him or eat the rainbow colored meals he fixed or go to a movie with him or go to visit him at DX ever again. My brother was dead and I couldn't do anything about it. Darry was still crying when we got to the hospital.

AN: THIS ISN'T THE END! Sorry it was short. I just didn't want to be detailed. Two chapters in one day! At least where I live it was one day.

Summary:Pony came home from the hospital. Steve and Soda had a fight and everyone ganged up against Soda. Later that night, He commited suicide.