[TW! Heavy Drinking, Depression]

Dally hadn’t come to see anyone since Johnny died. He’d been drowning in booze and his own tears. Not until the funeral, that is. Which, from a knock on his door and a note left by one of the gang, was tonight, at 6. 6 PM. What did they mean, Johnny’s funeral? Johnny wasn’t dead. He wasn’t even close, he was only 16. He was probably at the movies with Ponyboy, or walking around town to get away from his parents. Johnny Cade was alive, he thought, alive and well. He looked down at himself and slumped down on the ground. Who was he kidding. Johnny was dead, and he was the living proof of it. His funeral was at 6. 9 hours. 9 hours until he had to go say goodbye.