₊ ˚⋆ ⭒ Johnny was frantically apologising as the police men dragged him into the police station, where he would be held for four months— he was charged for man-slaughter. However, the police men ignored his many requests of mercy and continued to drag him to the cells. Johnny’s breathing began to get bated as he gazed upon the fellow prisoners that were kept behind bars, looking at him with skulls in their eyes.

They threw Johnny into one of the empty cells , his body covered in the orange jumpsuit that all inmates were required to wear; he looked around, seeing the poor excuse of a bed in a corner, and a tiny toilet and sink in the other. He silently crawled to one of the empty corners of the confined space, brought his knees up to his chest and cried. He looked back on the trip he took with Ponyboy to Windrixville, hiding in that church; that was the only time he was away from town and at peace.

A few hours later, he was brought to the kitchen for dinner, a tray was placed in his shaky hands, before food was splattered onto it— called his dinner. After receiving the food, he looked around the room, all the prisoners looked Johnny up and down, thinking he looked too young to be in jail. He didn’t know where to sit, he looked around anxiously until he spotted a girl sitting at a table on her own, picking at her food. She looked the same age as him, so he slowly started making his way over to her.