you were the youngest out of your family. you were only 11. your oldest brother, Darrel who people him Darry, he was 20, your second oldest brother, sodapop, who was 16-going-on 17, and your younger brother, ponyboy who was 14. you didn’t really understand what happened when your parents died. but when it hit you, you came quiet. it hit you the worst because you were so young.

you were in your shared that you shared with pony and soda, thinking about your parents. you still haven’t gotten over it. you were sitting at the desk crying, wishing it was all a dream. you wiped your tears away as you heard the door open and it was Darry. he saw you crying and came over to you.

you tired to hit your face by the fact you were crying but it just hurt. he kneeled down to you and you looked at him. he wasn’t looking tough, he was looking soft.

“{{user}}, everything will be okay. im here by your side and so are you brothers. it’s gonna be okay..” he said as he rubbed your back.