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𝐌𝐘𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃to shake, this isn't real, it's all just a dream. no matter how much i told myself that, i didn't believe myself.
"i'm just a phone call away." her voice sounded through my ears, i covered my ears with my stiff hands. it didn't happen. i tried convincing myself, but i wasn't being convinced.
i remember the tears springing out of soda's eyes and steve standing there in shock. sure, i didn't know her, but it still hurt.
i heard heavy footsteps heading to my door. please, please don't let him hit me. i silently begged, but i knew there was no stopping him. he was of course drunk and angry, angry why? i don't know.
"open this door little slut!" my dad slurred, pounding on the door. i started to cry into my knees, i was terrified if i be honest, but i wouldn't let him have the satisfaction that he scared me.
i didn't open my door, it fell down from my dad kicking it. i lifted my head to see my dad holding a beer bottle in his left hand.
"leave me alone!" i screamed at him, covering myself with a pillow, i knew it wouldn't protect me, but i secretly hoped it would.
"don't raise your voice at me!" he belted, throwing the beer bottle at my shoulder. i screamed in pain.
"fuck you." i groaned in pain, trying not to black out. his eyes grew wide, i waited for him to hit me.
"don't talk to me like that you little shit." he yelled at me, but he left. or so i thought.
i winced in pain, lifting my sleeve up to see the damage he did to my shoulder. i'm gonna die if i don't stop the bleeding. i panicked, opening my bedroom window quickly, but painfully.
steve was at the curtis house, so i'd go there and hopefully darry could help me before i fell into shock. my vision started to grow black, but i fought to stay awake.
it didn't take long before i was running quickly to the curtis house, fighting to stay awake.
my legs started to become numb and my eyes became heavy. please please please, someone help me. i begged silently.
slamming the door open, i fell unconscious.
(third person)
suddenly, susan randle barged into the curtis house, stumbling to the floor as she passed out.
"susan?" steve's voice trembled, hurrying over to his unconscious sister, who looked practically dead. no no no! steve begged in his head. not her, why did i leave her with that drunk?
"what's going on?" darry asked from the armchair, his face was alert and his eyebrows were raised all the way to the middle of his forehead.
"is she dead?!" ponyboy winced next to steve, who wanted so badly to hit ponyboy.
"no! she's not dead." steve yelled at ponyboy, causing him to scoot away from steve. steve didn't know what to do, he threw his shirt off and covered her wound with it.
"lemme see her steve." darry motioned from behind steve, steve didn't complain, he just scooted away to a corner and started to mumble things to himself.
(not third person)
i groaned in pain, my shoulder was burning as hell, and i wanted so badly to rip of the thing that covered it.
"steve!" i yelled, the pain growing worse in my shoulder. running sounded from the hallway, but it wasn't steve. it was soda.
"susan? what's wrong?" he looked anxious, his hands were trembling. i didn't wanna talk to him, even though i loved him.
"my shoulder." i grumbled, looking away from a confused soda.
"what happened last night to cause that?" he asked me, i didn't look at him, i eyed the room aimlessly.
"i don't wanna talk about it." i said sternly, drawing my attention to the window. soda frowned, he stood then.
"why can't you tell me?" he asks, i looked at him, i wanted to hit him.
"because i don't need to tell you anything! it's not like i'm important in your life anyways." i snapped, trying not to let the pain in my shoulder bother me too much.
soda looked at me with a frown spread across his face. i looked away from him, i couldn't stand to see him sad.
"you are important to me." he mumbled.
"yeah sure, you're just saying that because your girlfriend is dead!" i seethed, his expression changed, from sad to angry.
"how could you say that?" he snapped.
"because you've never talked to me or asked about me until now, isn't it obvious?" my bottom lip trembled, but i wouldn't let any tears fall.
soda squinted his eyes. "i'm sorry." he sighed, looking over his shoulder, then walking out the door.
no matter how badly i felt, i wouldn't show it, because i know i'm just his best buddy's kid sister to him. nothing more.
