•Not just a gang of greasers•

Chapter 9: The shoes

**Sydnee's POV**

I pulled my jacket collar up to my cheeks to try and warm my face. The stars had already come out so the temperature went down with the sun. It was awful quiet. All I could hear was my shoes on the pavement and the echo that trailed behind.
I couldn't wait to see Johnny I hadn't seen him in a couple weeks and I've missed him something bad. I was cutting through the park to get home because It would be quicker that way. I saw something out of the corner of my eye, next thing I know a large hand is covering my mouth and my arms are twisted behind my back. I screamed as loud as my lungs would allow but it was no use the hand just muffled any noise that tried to escape my mouth. I was in between a rock and a hard place.
"Well well," said the owner of the hand. "It's our old friend, man have we missed you."
He was inches away from my ear and the smell of alcohol burned my nose. I took a closer look at the hand and saw a flash of silver and gold. Rings. Bob let some other soc grab me, I guess where he could see the fear in my eyes himself. The rest of his gang appeared from behind me.
I struggled to escape the grip of the hands on my arms but I couldn't budge away. Hot tears started to blur my vision, as I saw Bob come towards me with a shiny silver blade.
"Any last requests greaser," he scoffed in my face, "oh yeah, that's right you can't talk."
I screamed a little, but all that came out was a couple muffled chokes. I felt the tears slide down my cheeks as the cold blade came in contact with my throat. Warm liquid ran down my neck and the air now smelled of blood.
I gasped and lurched forward. If it wasn't attached, my heart would have came right out of my chest. Thank God, it was only a nightmare, but it felt so real I could have sworn that the sweat pouring down my neck was the blood that was staining my shirt just minutes ago. My sheets were soaked with sweat also and my clothes clung to my skin.
After I had calmed down, I got dressed and thanked God it was a dream that I was grateful to have woken up from. My heart rate finally went back to normal and fear was replaced with relief.
I went downstairs and the gang was doing the usual, but I didn't pay attention. The door was the only thing my eyes saw. Everything seemed to move in slow motion and all sound was just muffled. I walked outside and the sky was grey and gloomy. Rain started to fall, but I didn't care, I just dropped my head and let it drown me. The good thing about it was I couldn't tell the difference between my tears and raindrops. I hadn't seen Johnny in almost a month. His mom forced him to come home for a while because she says he's gone too much. I guess she got bored of not having anyone to beat on.
I heard footsteps in front of me, but I didn't lift my head, I didn't have the energy or the will, but as they got closer I saw a pair of old black worn out converse rippling the water in front of me, and I knew the owner.