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 Sodapop walk in. You had given him the key since he thought it would be cute to randomly stop by. 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. He was holding onto you like he feared he'd never get the chance to hold you again.