When Death opens the door

Chapter 13: Pony meet Death

Belle's P.O.V.

Pony looked really confused, scared, and upset all at once. After a minute to process what I had just told him he looked at me. "No." He said firmly. I picked up the paper. I hoped he didn't notice my shaking hands right now. I told him he had to do this. I begged him. He looked at the paper then stood up. Good. He's tired of me and he'll do this. Instead he kissed me. I was surprised at first, but melted into it. I felt like a feather...until the voice. "I need to talk to you." It whispered. I knew it was Death and I'd gone against his wishes. I pushed Pony away from me and ran into my room. I slammed the door shut and sat on my bed. Death walked towards me. I heard a knock on my door. "Belle. I know your in there. There's this saying. There's more that one way to skin a cat. Maybe there's more than one way to get through this deal." Pony said. "It's okay you can talk. Go ahead. I won't hurt you." Death said. I still didn't speak. "Belle who's in there?" Pony asked. I didn't say a word. Pony opened the door and walked in. He looked over and saw Death standing there and he began to hold his breath. "Go ahead. You can talk to him. When I leave though you won't be able to." Death said. I mustered up enough courage to talk to Pony for real. "Pony. U want you to meet Death." I said. Ponyboy looked at me quickly. "So you can talk." He whispered. "Yeah I can talk." I said. "Then why don't you talk on your own then?" He asked. "I...I can't." I said quietly. "Yes you can. Or I think you can. I might be dreaming this. I always wondered if your voice would sound the same. I guess it is. Don't know why it wouldn't be. Just prove to me I'm not dreaming." He said, sighing at the end. I wasn't thinking when I stood up and walked to him. I noticed one of his bangs was in front of his face. It was cute, but I swept it back. He reached out and grabbed my hand. Before I really knew what was happening he and I were kissing. That was the moment I realized I had feelings for Ponyboy. Strong feelings. I pulled back and realized Death was gone. I looked at Pony again. He seemed dizzy. I sensed what was going to happen. Before I could stop it, Ponyboy's legs buckled and he fell to the floor. I screamed and heard the front door slam. Two-bit and Steve ran in the room and stared at Pony. I looked at them frantically as the tears rolled down my face. I felt for a pulse as Two-bit called an ambulance. It was very weak. What have I done. I knew there was only one way to skin this cat and I'd done it wrong. I'd killed Pony and it was my fault. I killed him. The only person who could've helped me. All because I loved him. I can't love anybody. That day I vowed never to love anyone ever again. Deep down I knew that Pony would be okay, but I still vowed it. I was going to be tough and hard from now on. If 9 by that wasn't so hard.