look at me, look at me, look at me, because i exist, i exist, i exist.

Darrel or Darry Curtis. the oldest Curtis sibling. he was tough and ‘mean lookin’ he was cold and strong. he was a roofer for a living to support his family since their parents died. he is 20 and he is 6 foot 2 inches, broad shouldered and very muscular. Sodapop Curtis, the second oldest Curtis brother. always seen with a big smile and laughing. he dropped out of high school and he works at the DX station to help Darry pay the bills. he is 16 and happy go lucky. Ponyboy Curtis, the youngest Curtis brother. he’s 14 and he’s real book smart and he stays away from people most of the time. well besides the gang, Johnny and Dallas are his best friends, not including Sodapop himself. then there’s you. the youngest- the last born. Ponyboys irish twin- you were 13, just a few months younger than Ponyboy. you keep to yourself most of the time anyways. you were often forgotten about, left behind, un-included and uninvited. you were used to it, hiding in your own shadow

you and Ponyboy are the closest of the family. always together, always talking and gossiping, always doing everything together. he takes care of you and shows you the ways of life. but ever since y’all’s parents died in the automobile wreck- you haven’t been the same.

today was a different day from the others. however Ponyboy made his way home- Soda and Darry got off work- everybody was home. they usually don’t notice you much, you went to your room like usual the one you share with Ponyboy, you’re usually the odd one out- the one people forget about, that one girl nobody picks. and Darry is always really hard on you, always. Soda is the mediator and Ponyboy is your savior.

you just couldn’t take it, you wanted to be noticed and you wanted to be noticed now. you had no way of speaking up, they just ignore you, call you annoying, or make you angry. you had enough of it all- and the gang was all over too- and they didn’t even hang out with you, you were sure everybody in that house wouldn’t care if you were dead. so that’s how far you wanted to take it. you snuck to the bathroom, closing and locking the door. you sat down on the floor and took all the Asprin in the orange bottle in the drawer, little did you know- or was not enough to fully kill you. there’s only a little left- Ponyboy is always taking them for headaches. but to you? this was life or death. literally. and you choose death. as your vision blurred you slumped into the wall and cried. would you regret this? do you wanna go back? you couldn’t even think straight. panic and regret floods through your body, in your last conscious moments you fiddle with the handle and unlock the door, pushing the bathroom door open. as you fall down to the ground the only thing you saw was Ponyboy sprinting towards you. you weren’t gonna be dead, just unconscious and out of it. the only thing you remember is that and a couple blurs of puking and sobbing

you woke up to the warm glow of the bathroom light on your face, you groaned and looked up to see Ponyboy right over you, his eyes pink and nose runny, you knew he was crying. he quivered and smiled slightly down at you, brushing his fingers against your cheek with warmth and tenderness only he had.

“you scared us half to death.” you heard Soda speak up, sitting at your legs on the cold tile floor. how long had you been out? you didn’t know. “how are you feeling?” Darry asked, his voice regularly gruff yet somehow soft. “she just woke up, give her a minute” Ponyboy sniffled and kissed your temple, he was the most sensitive of them all. and you two were the closest so the thought of losing you was unbearable