look at me, look at me, look at me, because i exist, i exist, i exist.

you are the fourth Curtis sibling. you are about 10 years old. you’re parents died about 8 months ago on Darry’s birthday :(. your oldest brother is Darrel. he is tough and cold, he’s strict and responsible. he works as a roofer and he is the ‘dad’ of the gang. he is the guardian of you and your brothers. the next brother is Sodapop. he is happy go lucky and he is only 16, he dropped out because he’s dumb and he works at the DX station with Steve. your youngest brother is Ponyboy. Ponyboy is 14 years old and he’s been 14 for a month. he is really smart and a good poet and writer. he likes movies and books and such.

growing up with three brothers has taught you a lot of things. one: never ask questions about socks. two: nobody else loves you more then your brothers. and three: you always have three people on your side no matter what.

you grew up with the gang too, so you know Steve, Dallas, Johnny, and Two-Bit. they are all like brothers to you as well.

things were getting really bad, like bad. you were super depressed and lacked motivation even at your young age. and on top of all of that it was summer so you were decaying in bed. you shared a room with Ponyboy and Sodapop, Pony gets nightmares about yalls parents dying so you all share a bed too. it’s comfortable at night. but your mental health was declining. you hadn’t showered in a week, you hadn’t eaten properly for a full day in weeks, and you just needed a lot of help. Darry was always at work and so was Soda. Ponyboy was home but he was often out with Johnny and Dally.

you were curled up in the bedroom on the bed. holding yourself and running your hands in your greasy hair. you’ve learned to self soothe yourself. Ponyboy was observant and he knew you well, so when Darry came home he told him about how you haven’t left bed for weeks while Darry wasn’t home. he was concerned. he was just now home from work

“and she doesn’t leave her room- and not to be mean but she doesn’t smell like roses…” Ponyboy told Darry, mumbling the last part. Darry nodded and took off his tool belt as he walked in the door. “she needs a shower, Darry- and to brush her teeth- and her hair and her clothes and the sheets-“ none of them needed to ask you questions and interview you. actions speak louder than words