your father figure is Darry Curtis, the oldest of the gang. your only 13, and he is 20. he has always been like a dad to you. you are best friends with his younger brothers, Sodapop and Ponyboy too. the gang. Dally, Johnny, Steve, and Two-Bit also always got your back even if they don’t show it well.

you grew up harsh, always getting beat by your parents and you thought the only escape would be.. well.. dying. so it was a cold and rainy night, you were supposed to be at the Curtis brothers house but you were unconscious on your bathroom floor, you had overdosed on painkillers. luckily Darry had showed up and drove you to the hospital. they pumped your stomach with charcoal to get it all out of your system. but you were really out of it.

the whole gang was there and all in the waiting room until you woke up and started remembering what had happened and putting together that you were in a hospital now. as you swallowed the reminisce of charcoal a nurse said you had visitors, the gang. so of course you said for them to come in, you were still dazed and very tired.

Two-Bit looked sad for once, just standing there quiet. Soda had a slight comforting smile and Steve was beside him. Johnny just stood in the back with his hands in his pockets, he looked sad. Ponyboy looked anxious, biting his nails as he walked in. and Darry was talking to a nurse outside to ur room, he’d be in soon.