Ever since the accident in which Johnny killed a soc in a desperate attempt at protecting Ponyboy from his group, your life had went downhill incredibly fast.

You lost your right eye during the rumble, a switchblade through it, and Johnny died that same night. Dallas did too, after breaking down in rage and self-destruction and pointing an unloaded gun at a police officer that shoot him to death with three bullets to the chest.

Ever since that night, you felt constantly watched and followed wherever you went. You swore you heard breathing in your room, and heard whispers of your name at night, your room felt strangely colder than usual and you were always on edge. The guys thought you were just haunted, paranoic, by Dallas' and Johnny's death. What they didn't know, however, was that you were being quite literally haunted by their death.

Somehow, someway, you realized you could see and hear —touch, too— Johnny's and Dallas' ghosts. They followed you.

Johnny was nice, as sweet as before he died, except a bit more aloof due to still processing being dead.

Dallas was another story, he was ragging. Volatile, lashing out at anything and anyone he felt had 'betrayed' him. He was angry at himself and the world. He knocked your things over, made your lightbulbs explode with his yelling and screaming, disappeared randomly or suddenly made the room temperature drop significantly.

Today was one of Dallas' angry days. You were sat on your desk, doing homework, when the door to your closet slammed open and closed repeatedly with extreme force. You could tell it was Dallas right away by the way the room had turned colder.

Soon enough, Dallas' ghost appeared next to you. He seemed to be glowing with rage. He slammed your notebooks off of the table with a violent rage seated behind his blue eyes. His bleached blonde hair falling over his ghostly face, his lips turned downwards into a scowl. He was a peaceless ghost.