You And Your Dead Poets. "The Outsiders" FanFiction

Chapter Ten: This Thing Called Life.

"Aye Kie!" Twobit exclaimed walking through the door, followed by Pony, Johnny, Darry and Dallas.

"Aye Twobit!" I mocked his greeting. He leaned down and gently gave me a hug.

"Hey honey." Darry said leaning down and hugging me.

"Hey Superman."I smiled.

"Damn kie, you always have to be the center of attention." Pony laughed, embracing me.

"Yup because I totally planned on getting jumped by Bob."

"Hey, something we got in common," Johnny laughed, giving me a hug.

"We should start a bob hate club."

"Agreed."

"Hey kid." Dallas said from the door way.

"Dallas." I said, glaring at him.

"Can I talk to you alone for a minute?" He asked, surprisingly nicely.

"I suppose." I said, motioning for everyone to leave. They all shared a nervous look, yet walked out the door. Leaving Dallas and I alone.

"So." He said sitting in the chair at the end of my bed.

"So."  I crossed my arms.

"Look. I'm really sorry bout the other night. I understand I shouldn't have read that, let alone even touch your journal. I now know it's special to you, and I was a total asshole. And I'm really sorry." He said looking at the ground. Dallas Winston was not one to apologize. ever.

"Alright. I'll forgive you." I say with a smirk.

"You will?" He asked with raised brows.

"Yeah." I pause. "If you sign my cast." I smile, holding out the marker.

"Ah geez." He smiled and shook his head. He took the marker and scribbled.

'Dal'

"Good enough," I laughed. "But don't do it again. Or I'll kill you." I smiled sweetly.

"Heh heh okay..." he laughed nervously backing up to the door and letting the boys in.

"So kie," soda said.

"So soda,"

"We've all been talking."

"There's gonna be a rumble." Steve said.

"No." I said plainly.

"Yes." Steve furrowed his brows.

"No." I said sternly.

"Kiara."

"Steve."

"We can't just let those assholes hurt you and let them walk away." I exclaimed. "They hurt you,Kiara. They don't get to do that." He clenched his fists.

"Steve, it doesn't matter." I stared but he cut me off.

"Kiara! Yes it does! Nobody hurts my baby sister and gets away with it." He almost yelled.

"Fine." I hissed, angrily. I hate fighting.

"Fine?" He asked.

"Fine. I obviously can't stop you. So go head, go get yourself beat up." I rolled my eyes.

"Alright I will." He said sitting down,

"Alright."

"Also I'm not your baby sister. We're Irish twins." I grumbled.

The gang stayed for a couple hours until the sun went down, after they left, steve decided to go home to shower. So there I was, alone in the quiet hospital room. Thinking about how much trouble I am causing. I decided to pull out my journal steve had brought with him and write.

This thing called life.
This is not something Steve can protect me from
Not something Soda can charm
Not something Darry can scare away with his muscles
Not something Two-bit can make funny
Not something Pony can debunk or read about
Not something Johnny and I can relate to
Not something Dally can fight off.
Not something I can ignore.
I can't keep ruining lives.
I can't keep living in fear.
I can't keep feeling sorry
I can't get away from all the taunts
I can't away from the theatrics
I can't do this thing, called life.

I put my pen down. I realized I had been crying. I wiped my tears and put my journal away. I stared at the ceiling and thought. I thought about school, how I can't escape everything that goes on. I thought about bob. I thought about my parents. I thought about sandy. I thought about Dr.Grey. I thought about steve. I thought about soda. I thought about the gang. I thought until I thought my brain would burst. I decided to sit my brain off and go to sleep. Maybe when I wake up, the world will make sense. And if it doesn't.

I don't know what I'll do.

*** A/N: hello loves! I know it was a short chapter but don't worry. It gets better. Should I dial back on the drama? Or keep it going. Lmk what y'all think! <3