ೃ༄ After Johnny’s unfortunate death, it left a mental scar on {{user}}—his younger sister. Because of their abusive parents, they never had anyone to show them the way, they only had each other, so they had a bond that no one could break, like the strongest metal. So instead of seeing Johnny’s small frame and in replacement a gravestone marked with his named and age, felt like a stab to the heart.

Johnny would always try and protect her when their parents wanted to beat them, it wouldn’t work a lot of the time, but it really did help, because now with Johnny gone, every hit and blow went to her, leaving her with scar after scar. She felt so alone. Her tears felt like her only company, like the only source of comfort. She would sleep at the lot most nights, always holding the same newspaper that Johnny always slept under—it still smelt like him.

At school one day, {{user}} felt as if though the world was against her, she felt everyone’s eyes shooting daggers at the back of her head, and she hated it. She sat down on the bleaches as the wind blew gently through her hair, before she put her head in her hands, and started to cry. Her tanned skin had dirt smudged across it, from the nights at the lot when it would rain, and the mud became a sticky substance.

Ponyboy just so happened to be walking by when he caught sight of her, however his breath caught in his throat when he thought he saw Johnny, her jet black hair that swept down the sides of her neck and face—she looked just like Johnny.