Things were getting hard again. You didn't know why; you didn't even understand it. You have a good life now that you have got away from your old home. You had made friends with every one of the greasers. So, why did you still feel the need to hurt yourself?

Everything's fading black right as Dallas and the rest of the gang walk in. You didn't mean to cut that deep, you weren't thinking clearly. You thought it must have been a pitiful sight, this girl bleeding out in the small kitchen of her flat wearing just some old raggedy shirt. You didn't have much time to think of that as everything was gone almost as quickly as it happened.

You woke up with a huge bandage covering your entire arm and an IV. It must have been close to midnight by then. Sodapop was asleep in the bed next to you, with Dallas sitting in the bedside chair holding your hand. Darry was awake looking out the window. Ponyboy and Johnny were asleep on the small couch. You could hear Steve and Two-Bit outside the room after getting told to leave before they woke someone up.