A/N sorry it took so long to update
Its been three days since I witnessed Dally willingly climbing into that mustang. Three days of wondering what the hell was going on. The longest three days of my life. Well, the life i was living before I died...y'know what I mean. Being dead really made time drag by.
Now I'm standing in my living room staring daggers at that traitor. How dare he be in my brothers house right now after doing god knows what with them. I know me and Dally were never really particularly close but I never thought he could just hang out with my murderers like it was no big deal. Has things really changed so drastically? I'm getting another one of my ghost headaches. How could Dally be sitting there so calmly I mean I knew he was cold but I didn't know he was so heartless.
God, I wish i could hurt him I think I might actually hate him more then the socs believe it or not. I knew the socs couldn't be trusted but in a lot of ways i trusted Dallas. I know I know calling Dally trustworthy might seem like a stretch, but he actually is you just don't really know him.
I guess I mean you don't know him like I thought I knew him. Before he turned into a traitorous dog he was loyal to the gang always looking out for the gang trying to protect the gang even if it might putting his neck on the line. That to me was his one redeeming quality. Now I look at him and I see the bastard he really is. I wish I could just go over and backhand him that would be nice. And so I did. My hand went right through him and I know this is gonna sound crazy but it actually made me feel kind've better go figure.
I could hear Darry and Soda getting up. Man I miss them I know I've seen em everyday since the accident but its not the same. Sometimes I do convince myself that this is all just a nightmare and I'll wake up soon but i stopped doing that it hurts real bad when I don't wake up. Darry was the first to come out of his room. I never thought Darry could take so many days off work. He seemed startled to see Dally sitting in his armchair. The gang hasn't been around much since you know the accident.
"Oh hey Dally" Darry greeted him.
Dally arknologed him with a little nod of his head.
"So uh how is everyone?" Darry asked while walking into the kitchen to start breakfast I'm guessing.
Dally seemed amused by his question and stood up to follow him. "How is everyone?" Dally repeated. "You wanna know how everyone's doing?"
Darry looked at him confused. "Why do you sound so surprised?"
"Not surprised just..." He seemed to be searching for the right word. "Curious."
"Why does me asking about the gang make you curious?"
I watched as Dally just merely shrugged. I wonder how long he was planning on staying I kind've wanted to be alone with my brother. I mean I don't know how much longer I had on earth and wanted to be with my brothers till I go where ever the afterlife is.
Darry stared at him for a few seconds before turning and getting the eggs out of the ice box.
"So you staying for breakfast?"
"Nope" Was Dally's simple reply and I watched him stroll out probably to go have a sleepover with his new best soc friends.
I watched as Darry cracked an egg over the frying pan the yoke just spread through the pan. Not only did Darry forget to turn on the stove he forgot to put the pan on the burner. It would've been kind've funny if it wasn't so sad. He didn't even seem to notice. He was just staring blankly at the wall. It was hard to see him like this. Hes always so cool, calm, collected, confident, but to see him now so...so defeated it was a difficult sight.
Hmm I wonder what's taking Soda so long to get ready. It was even harder to watch him. At least Darry was making a effort but the last few days I've been observing Soda he was almost comatose. Its like he stopped living. I know its only been a few days and he'll need time to heal but its like hes not even trying. I think he blames Darry for my death. Why do i think this well because last night before going to his room he looked Darry square in the eye and said I blame you for my little brothers death. I never seen Darry look so hurt. So color me surprised when Soda walked into the kitchen whistling.
"Morning Darry" Soda greeted him cheerfully. Darry just gaped at him.