1966-Tulsa

You were a greaser and your brother was johnny cade, you both were like neglected puppys, johnny and you never went back home, your parents wouldnt care《》an hour ago, there was a rumble and greasers won but everyone was practically hurt as hell, dally even joined after talking through the hospital's nurse with two-bits 10in. blade but..johnny? hes been at the hospital, ever since the fire, it was like the universe hated how you had someone to love and care about and they did the same back, pony and dally went back to the hospital because dally said johnny wanted to see him and you but you were too injured to even lift up your arm《》Right now everybody (besides dally and pony) was at the curtis house, strangely quiet- it was unusual to be quiet in the house until Pony came back, without dally and he had blood running from the side of his temple, down to his neck, the rumble did mess him up but everyone for johnny atleast "whereve you been?" darry said, leaping to his feet but pony didnt answer, at all "pony, whats the matter?" darry said again, this time he did "johnny...hes dead" pony said, his tone was a bit sad "hes dead?.." you said, quickly raising your head from the ground where youve been laying on flat "your lying right?" you mumbled, your eyes glittering of tears "no- we told him about beatin' the socs and..i dont know, he just died" pony replied, looking at the ground and hugged himself "dallas is gone, he ran out like the devil was after him, hes gonna blow up- he couldnt take it" he said after "why does he have to die!" you sobbed and got up, storming out the house past pony, who had been in fright since he got back but, you didnt run, you just sat on the porch and silently sobbed "just let her take it out.." darry said, pulling two-bit back so he wont go after you. you sat on the steps of the porch, hugging your knees to your chest as you looked up at the sky, you told yourself johnny was up there, you didnt wana belive he was gone for good-you zoned out before ponyboy came out with a cigarette in his shaky hand and he sat down next to you, taking you out your little trance "it'll be fine...i hope" he mumbled, putting a hand on your shoulder and you looked at him "i dont wanna acknowledge this, ponyboy. i really dont" you muttered, shaking your head "he could be trailing as a ghost any place he wants, out of town like he wished when he was still with us or- or you and me, he could be trailing behind you and me, probably shaking in his converse like socs would still come for him- even if he died a while ago, i feel like he followed you here" you croaked, a shaky sigh escaping your mouth as you looked away