As we were making our way home, I was still griping at Johnny and convincing him not to turn himself in. I didn't care that I sounded mean in front of him-he was the main thing I cared about. But he had to know what was going to come to him.
We all turned once we heard the little girl's scream.
I smelled the horrible smell of dense smoke and burning ash. Turning into the church to investigate, I gasped.
"Jesus Christ." I said.
The church was blazing black smoke and flames.
We parked and I just watched in amazement. I almost didn't realize Ponyboy leaped out of the car and ran to the church. I yelled for him, but he wouldn't come. Then Johnny went out of the car, too. I tried stopping him but he wouldn't listen to me either. I sighed, annoyed, and got out and ran towards the church. I saw the looks of little kids coming out of the church by the arms of Johnny and Ponyboy.
Running to where the window was, they immediately started handing random kids to me, and I did take them-but more than anything I wanted Johnny and Pony to get the hell out of the church. After the last kid, right away I pulled Ponyboy out of there. I reached for Johnny but he was going slow.
"COME ON JOHNNY! YOU'RE BURNING!"I yelled.
Then I realized Ponyboy's back was in flames. I grabbed a stick and hit him to get the flame out-only I hit it too hard. He went unconscious on the ground. I grabbed his shirt to see if he was okay when I heard a painful scream.
Johnny.
"I'M COMIN' JOHNNY!" I yelled, jumping into the church. God, it was hot in there. I coughed and wheezed in desperate search for Johnny. When I heard a crack, the church was coming down, and it was coming down fast. I started looking harder and thankfully found him, grabbing his burnt arm and pulling out. He was also unconscious, but had burns and cuts all over. I squatted down and a tear rolled down my face. "Johnny…" I said, touching my finger to his chin. When I saw the roof begin to fall down, I grabbed him and ran like hell out of there.
Next thing I knew I was on a stretcher. I was perfectly fine, but I did have a burnt arm. Me and Johnny were in the same ambulance, and Ponyboy was in the ambulance in front of us. A lot of doctors and nurses were attending to Johnny, as one was bandaging me up.
"You sure built up a lot of courage to save Johnny in that church," the doctor said.
"He could've died."
"That's why I saved him." I said.
He smiled and continued to bandage me up. A tear rolled down my face. I wish we stayed in that burning church. At this time I wanted to die. I wasn't hurting, but I wanted to be in Heaven, if there was any, with Shelley.
Arriving at the hospital, I ran my hand through my hand and as we passed Ponyboy sitting down next to the fat guy that refused to come in and help us.
"You ever pull a stunt like that again, I'm gonna kill you!" I said to him.
I was serious, too. Stupid kid.