Marcia dropped her bags against the edge of her bed. She flopped down on it on her back and let out a breath. After being away from her own bed for about three months, it felt really good to be back home in her own bed. It's not that she didn't like to visit her mothers' cousin and her family, cause she did, but she liked being home and in her own bed even more.
Marcia got up from her bed, left her room, then went downstairs. She passed through the living room where her father was watching the local news. She stopped when she glanced at the screen and saw a video of an area with two cars that had collided with each other, comps and ambulances were also shown in the video at the site. She sat down next to her father on the edge of the couch and directed her attention toward the story being told.
"Yesterday, following the car accident, those in it were rushed to the hospital. Yesterday, after reporting from the accident site right around the corner from the DX in the town center in Tulsa, we knew nothing about who had been in the accident or what had actually happened. Sources have told us that the tractor trailer involved in the accident was swerving oddly before the collision after the driver had lost control, which then caused the accident. A total of three people were injured in the collision, the tractor trailer driver as well as the two girls that were in the car it collided with. All three have been in the hospital for twenty-four hours now, and have been reported to be in stable condition. What makes this accident even scarier is that fact that the two other girls involved in the accident, were two teenage girls who attend the local high school! No details have been said about the two girls, but we know one had already been suffering from temporary amnesia at the time of the accident. Specific details are being withheld due to privacy and their own wishes of not having their identities released, the same for the driver of the tractor trailer."
"Marcia?" her father spoke up, "Didn't you know someone who worked at the DX in town that you would take Cherry to see every so often?"
Marcia nodded at her father. "Yeah," she answered, "Cherry and me would go a few times a week… Dad, can I use the phone real quick?"
"Yeah, sure, who you calling?"
"Just a friend who Cherry was staying with while we were outta town?"
-/-/-
Dallas and Two-Bit were at the Curtis house, basically house sitting. Everyone else was at the hospital, mostly waiting for results of any kind. The two of them were voted to wait back at the house, and that they'd be called by the oldest Curtis brother every so often both to see how things were going at the house and to keep them updated on anything going on at the hospital.
When the phone started to ring, the two boys jumped a bit in surprise. They both exchanged looks before Dallas got up from his seat saying, "I got it," then walking over to the phone. Two-Bit nodded in response, then acted like his focus was on something else, when in reality, he was trying to overhear the phone conversation not even twenty feet away from where he was sitting.
"Hello?" Dallas greeted gruffly as he picked up the handset of the phone, answering the incoming call.
"Hi, who is this? Do you know the Curtis's?" a familiar, feminine voice asked.
"I should be askin' you that."
"My name's Marcia, I'm Cherry's friend."
"Oh, yeah, Marcia. Yeah, you left at the hospital a few months back."
"Who is this?"
"Dallas Winston, 'member me?"
"Yeah, I remember you. Cherry and I met you at the drive in that night a few years back."
"Yeah, that's me," Dallas answered, "Say, where the hell do you get the idea to leave your friend with amnesia for three months? What kinda friend are you for that?"
Marcia sighed sadly from the other end. "I know, I know," she said in a sad tone, "I had to go, I had no choice."
"No choice? What, was it some life or death trip you couldn't miss or somethin'?"
"It was a family trip, alright? There was nothing I could personally do!"
"Nothing you could do? Alright, you listen to me and you listen good. Now I know I ain't the best guy around, that's no damn secret, but I do know bein' a friend is, believe it or not. And you know what? It sure as hell seems like you don't. For cryin' out loud, first she gets amnesia, then yesterday she was in a car accident with-"
"Wait, what car accident?"
"Ok, first of all: never interrupt me when I'm pissed. And it was that accident yesterday in town right by the DX that's all over the town news."
"I have to go," Marcia said abruptly from the other end before the line went dead.
Dallas looked at the handset before slamming it down on its hanger out of anger and annoyance.
-/-/-
Cherry sat impatiently in her hospital bed, her arms crossed over her chest. She let out a deep breath as she glanced at their small shoulder bag that had held all her personal belongings. She hadn't seen the bag or any of its contents since before the week before everything had happened at the beginning of the summer. She unfolded her arms, reached over and grabbed her bag, looking and inspecting all the contents of her life and identity over.
Cherry could see her life right before her eyes right in her hands, both before and after the beginning of the summer. Identification, pictures, notes and other random items floating around her bag. It was almost incredible, if you were in her position, to not remember anything about yourself and only have other's people's words and phrases and explanations about yourself and all you can do is take their word… and that's what upset her the most about everything.
Cherry looked up when she heard a knock coming from the doorway. "Come in," she said softly, placing her belongings back in the bag and next to her in the bed.
Soda walked into the room slowly, his hands stuffed in his jean pockets. "Hey," he said in an equally soft tone, "How you feelin'?'
She shrugged a bit. "A little sore from yesterday."
"How's your memory?"
"Restored." Her tone was harsh and her voice was powerful; she looked up at him, her eyes full of sadness and threatening to release tears. "Why'd you lie to me? Why did you tell me all those things that ended up being one big lie? And the fact that you got your friends to go along with it, it's incredible. I mean, do you have any idea what it's like to not know anything about yourself or your life and only have the words of those around you to go by? Well, it's not a good feeling. I was so scared almost all the time cause I didn't know who I really was. And the sad part about all this? Is that I actually liked my life better from the three months than everything before that. And the even worse part about this? Was that most of it wasn't even true."
Soda's heart broke at her words. He didn't know what to say anymore. What could he say? Nothing in the world could make up for what he did, at least in his own mind, and obviously in the redhead's mind.
"How can a person even apologize in a situation like this?" Soda asked her rhetorically, "There's no way, alright? And I was gonna tell you last night, but… the accident."
"What would have done after that, then?" Cherry asked.
"Honestly, I don't got a clue."
"I have one more question. For now, at least."
"Yeah, sure."
"Did you mean it?"
He gave a confused look. "Did I mean what?"
"That day that we both said those three words… did you mean it for who I actually am, or the person who you all told me that I was?"
"The only difference between them was that one had been dating me for years, and that one was Greaser and was Soc. And yeah, believe it or not, I meant it. And it was for you."
The redhead nodded. "Can I be alone for a few minutes? I just wanna think."
Soda nodded and walked out of the room, making sure he closed the door behind him as he did so. Cherry stared at the door for a brief moment before looking down at her twiddling thumbs. She ran her hands over her face and let out a slight sigh. She turned and looked outside the hospital room window that overlooked nearly the entire city of Tulsa. The sun had begun to set, and she could almost feel the warmth its rays spread out over the city. She shut her eyes for a brief moment, letting the sight copy into her mind before opening them again, letting the view of the sunset comfort her.
-/-/-
Soda let out a sigh as he walked back out to the hallway. He ran one hadn't over his face and continued through the hallway. He leaned up against the wall, and slightly slammed the back of his fist against it and began to curse at himself mentally so no one could hear him. He looked up in slight alarm when he heard his name being called.
"Soda?" Darry asked gently, gaining his brother's attention, "Everythin' alright?"
Soda shrugged a bit. "She got all her memory back," he stated, "Fully restored."
"That's good. Real good, actually… my question is, how're you doing?"
Another slight shrug. "I feel like an ass."
Darry let out a slight sigh and placed a supportive hand on his brother's shoulder. "It'll work out. Everything happens for a reason."
"You get that from Ponyboy?"
"How'd you know that?"
Soda gave a weak smile. "He told me that a few times over the summer."
YOU SPIN RIGHT AROUND BABY RIGHT AYOU SPIN RIGHT AROUND BABY RIGHT ROUND ROUND ROUND
THERE'S A GIRL THAT'S BEEN ON MY MIND ALL THE TIME SUSSUSDIO, OH OH… NOW SHE DON'T EVEN KNOW MY NAME BUT THINKS SHE LIKES ME JUST THE SAME SUSSUDIO, OH OH OH
Sorry about that. "You spin me round' by dead or alive was playing on Music Choice 80s, then "Sussudio" by Phil Collins (my favorite singer) started to play and still is so yeah. Sussudio- it's not even a real word, it's a sound that came out of the speaker when Phil Collins was testing a microphone and he thought it sounded cool; on urban dictionary though because of the song it means when a guy can't get to a girl that he likes.
Anyway, dramatic chapter. I quote Mr. Omar from "Everybody hates chris": "Tragic, TRAGIC!" but yeah, this story is very dramatic. It's almost done, actually, so yeah. I'm almost done with two of my stories here on fanfiction. Net so YAY! No offense but yay, cause I write five chapters every two weeks for five stories, and it's actually really tiring. Not to mention I started doing experimentation with certain short stories for this site so yeah, I need a break. Like seriously, I do need a break, my wrist aches all the time from writing.
Anyway, hope you liked the chapter. Peace from all the hippies of the world =^-^=
HE SAYS BILL I BELIEVE THIS IS KILLING ME AS THE SMILE RAN AWAY FROM HIS FACE WELL I'M SURE I COULD BE A MOVIE STAR IF I COULD GEET OUT OF THIS PLACE
"piano man" by billy joel is playing on Music Choice 70s