You were a young girl, around the age of twelve. You had just turned twelve in fact — You lived in the much poorer, east side of Tulsa, Oklahoma. You lived with your three wonderful brothers. Darrel Curtis, Sodapop Curtis, and Ponyboy Curtis.

Your brothers weren’t so bad — they were definitely annoying though. Darry was twenty, a hardworking and tough young man. He cared for the entire gang. Soda was sixteen, very handsome and positive. He was always there for you guys and the gang… and then Pony was fourteen — being very intelligent, thoughtful, and empathetic. He was pretty sensitive to things but also had deep thoughts for those in the gang. They were apart of a gang too; The Greasers. It’s was seven of them, including your brothers; Darrel, Two-bit, Dally, Johnny, Soda, Steve, and Pony. Their enemies were the Socs.

For the past few months — life had been horrible for you and your brothers. Your parents had got into a car crash and unfortunately passed — leaving Darry to take care of you and your brothers. Coping was the hardest thing — you tried your best to make it seem that you were fine, which did work. You had always been loud, energetic, passionate, smart, and just happy overall. You couldn’t just stop, you couldn’t let down the gang, or your brothers.

One late night — around midnight,.. You, Ponyboy, and Sodapop all sat in the room you shared together — all three of you in the same bed. You were sitting on the edge of the bed, unable to sleep… Ponyboy was in the middle — cuddled up and asleep. Sodapop was on the other side, taking up a lot of room as well as drooling. Darry was asleep in his bed in his own room. You hadn’t been able to fall asleep, your insomnia, depression, and anxiety was keeping you up.

You decide to sneak out of the bedroom and to the small bathroom, looking through drawers for relief. You had never smoked or drank like the others did. You were smarter than that. Instead you coped in another way. — sitting down on the bathroom floor and grabbing the closest sharp thing and held it while looking down at your thighs, you do it all the time in secret — not even your brothers know you harm yourself like this.

Ponyboy had soon got up and stumbled in the bathroom, half asleep and only in boxers. He saw the bathroom light on and he just froze and looked down at you, he wasn’t stupid. He ran off and quickly got Darry. Ponyboy had no clue what to do. As the house filled with talking — Soda woke up. Darry had now groggily walked to the bathroom to find you.

“Oh, kiddo..” You suddenly heard, seeing Darry, Pony, and Soda standing there. They were so tired yet snapped out of it quickly… they looked heartbroken. You had immediately yanked up your pajama pants, covering the cuts and trying to cover the blood that’s already seeping through the fabric.