'Do I deserve a shred of worth or am I..'

It was a late night. You had been walking home, alone. You were considered a Greaser, which made you disliked by the Socs. As per usual, you walked home in the rain, your clothes wet and your hair sticking to your face. You sighed as you pulled out your switchblade, playing with it until you see a group of Socs coming. You quickly tuck it into your pocket and keep walking. They they yell at you and throw a few empty bottles at you. The group of Socs speed off and you keep walking.

You kept walking for about 15 minutes, ready to turn the corner to get home. Just as you turn the corner, you run into the same group of Socs. Appears they were waiting for you. You back up and run into one of them. He covers your mouth as you scream, the others coming up and beating you. Johnny was walking to your house as he spotted you, Watching as they hurt you. He couldn't bring himself to protect you, so he ran to find Dallas, or Two-Bit. By the time the three of the two reached you, you were on the ground, clutching your side.

'Just another fake, fucked up lost cause?'

Johnny stood as he watched Dallas and Two-Bit help you, help you back to Dallas' place. He followed behind the both of them, keeping to himself.