Uncalloused fingers clutched his neck, forced him still.
Blurry vision. Even his eyeballs were freezing.
He thrashed wildly. No use. He'd have bruising tomorrow.
Glory, how he'd love to see tomorrow.
Pins and needles. Burning chest.
Thrashing slowed.
Had Johnny escaped?
He wanted his brothers. Mom and Dad.
His lungs were too hot.
He inhaled. Why did cold water make it worse?
Blackness closed in - did the socs blind him too?
Burning dulled. Numbness.
Darry would be mad.
Just darkness now. Why was he fading? Where was he going?
Maybe Darry would find him.
Maybe Darry would forgive him tomorrow.
A/N: I hope you enjoyed! I needed a quick warm-up before working on some academic writing, and this idea just came to my head. This was my first drabble, and it was fun to write! Word count is exactly 100, without this author's note.
It's meant to be an open ending with no clear outcome, so imagine whatever you prefer! It could be canon-compliant, or not. :)
Personally, I think this takes place in a universe where he died, but that's because I always love a tragedy...