Oh. My. God. This chapter got on my nerves. I can't believe it took me 2 weeks to get 937 words. Stupid writer's block (cure: 80's music). Anyway, thank everyone soooo much for being patient. I'm really sorry for the long wait, but when you can't write, you can't write. Also, when I said that Two-Bit's mom didn't care about him, I was obviously getting her and Johnny's mom mixed up.... So.... I don't really know what to do with her, so she' just going to be OoC... Along with a couple other characters... I hope you enjoy this one!
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CHAPTER THREE
Two-Bit grimaced as Steve asked him what had happened. He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Two-Bit coughed and hoarsely muttered, "Can I tell you later, when I can actually talk?" He coughed again. Steve nodded, shaking slightly, and said "Yes."
Two-Bit's eyes closed again, and we all stood there until he fell asleep. It didn't take much time. Darry and Soda, thankfully, didn't have to work that day.
I was the only one that left the hospital room, and left the others to stay with Two-Bit. I walked through every hall in the hospital, thinking. Once I finally noticed the walls and room numbers seemed familiar, I found my way out of the hospital.
In my content lonesome, I found a bus stop and waited just a couple minutes before the Greyhound bus appeared. I had no idea where I was going, or where I would end up.
I sat in the back of the bus with my head resting on the seat in front of me. I finally felt the urge to get off, and I did.
As I stepped off the bus, cold memories came flooding back to me. I was at the edge of town, just a few blocks away from the cemetery, where Johnny and Dally were buried.
With my eyes on my feet, I started walking in that direction. As I reached the gates, and saw that they were locked. Subconsciously, I found a low section on fence, and jumped it.
I knew the exact spot where my old buddies were buried, side by side. I was careful not to step directly in front of any of the headstones, but in the middle of all of them.
I warily approached the headstones of my deceased friends. They were both very, very small. Dwarfed by the ones resting next to them.
I didn't even notice the tears dripping down my face. I gazed at the heavy slabs of stone before me. One read, "R.I.P. Dallas Winston 1948-1965", and the other, "R.I.P. Johnny Cade 1949-1965". I briefly pictured Two-Bit's headstone sitting there. As I felt the tears starting to run faster, I shook the thought from my head. Two-Bit would be ok. I couldn't lose another buddy. If anyone were to die soon, I would make sure I wouldn't know them.
I felt my knees go weak and I collapsed to the ground. I was still crying, though I wasn't exactly sure why. I just kneeled there, staring. Once I could gain my self control back, I wiped the tears from my face and stood. I looked to the gates and noticed a few cars approaching.
I ran to the same spot I had gotten in at and jumped. The top of the fence cut my hand, but I ignored the pain as I saw a man had a key in his hand and he was yelling at me. I was so dazed, I couldn't figure out which way I was going and stumbled to the ground once I got past the first block.
I dragged myself to the close building behind me, and leaned my back on it. I looked up to the sky above me. I noticed the clouds above me, and felt a drop of water fall onto my nose. I brushed it off and looked down at the concrete below.
The ground was cracked and, there was a tiny line of ants, trying to get away form the rain. Those ants probably had an easier life than me. Eat, find food, don't get stepped on. That's all they ever did. They never had to think about their friends or worry about grades. They ate their friends.
It began to rain harder and I rose to my feet. I walked on the edge of the sidewalk towards my house. I figured it would take a while to walk that far, so I found another bus. But instead of getting close to home, I stopped at the movie house.
I wasn't even on planning on watching a movie. I just found a bench and sat. I sat there, thinking. I guess I hadn't realized how long I was sitting there when I realized it was dark outside.
I bolted out and towards my house. After all that had happened, Darry might explode if I didn't get home soon. I finally reached my neighborhood, after what seemed like half an hour. I sprinted across the park, briefly glancing at the fountain I had almost been drowned in. I wasn't sure how I wasn't dead tired from running all this way, it's not like I had jogged. I had gone as fast as I could, but wasn't tired.
I reached the house, and almost fell into the door. Now I was tired. I stumbled in and across the room. I then fell onto the hard floor. "Ouch," I moaned. Soda was watching some show on the television, and Darry was asleep in his chair. It surprised me how I hadn't waken him up.
Soda laughed, which did wake Darry up, and said, "Hey Pony. Where you been?" Here we go again. Darry looked at me, like he was about to ask the same question. I glanced at the clock. 11:30 pm. "All over town…" Darry answered by saying, "Well you missed dinner. Sorry."
"Oh, that's ok. I'm not hungry," I lied. I hadn't eaten anything all day.
Before anyone could say a word, I walked off to my room. I lied down on my bed, and unintentionally fell asleep.
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Yeah.... That was pretty short...... It's 2 am and it was bugging me to put this in, so I had to cut it right there. I'll try to be quicker next time, I promise!