Yellow, Pink, and Orange

Chapter 13

Dally pov

Ever since that damn fire all I have thought about was Johnny. If he didn't want to be such hero he wouldn't have ended up like this.

For the first time in my life, I felt fear. That fear turned into a reality.

All I could do was stand there and look at my beautiful innocent Johnny.

I swallowed and reached over to push Johnny's hair back. "Never could keep that hair back... that's what you get for tryin' to help people, you little punk, that's what you get..."

I can't handle it anymore.

I slammed my back against the wall as sweat streamed down my face. "Damnit, Johnny..." I begged, slamming one fist against the wall. "Oh, damnit, Johnny, don't die, please don't die..." I said this like he was dying, but he was already dead.

I can't do this.

I ran out the door and down the hallway leaving Pony behind 

All my life I have made mistakes that made me end up in jail, but Johnny makes one little mistake that leads up to his death. I guess it's true when they say the good die young. It's been my destiny.

I got in the car and started driving. I didn't know were I was going or what is was about to do, but I knew I needed to get away and blow some steam.

When I pulled up to the grocery store,  I had an idea. 

The only person who was there was the guy behind the counter. He looked at me suspiciously. I started to look at the magazines, but no matter how hard I tried to read and focus on the text all I could think about was him.

"You gonna buy anything, son." said the owner, I assume. 

This guy was starting to piss me off. I ripped one of the magazines in half and went up to the clerk. 

This would be the ideal time when I would start my plan. I couldn't live anymore. I never wanted to live in the first place, I only did, so I could protect Johnny. Now Johnny was gone and life was pointless. He made me feel emotions that I never thought I had. 

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All I am is  a careless, no good hoodlum, so might as when die a careless, no good hoodlum. That's who I am and who I'm proud to be. The gang might be a little sad, but they knew this would come. Everyone did.

I know that if I committed actual suicide, I would be considered weak and a laughing stock. So might as well go out with a bang.

I pulled out the unloaded gun and put it against the clerks head. "Put the money in the bag."

He looked at me with a hard gaze. I pressed the gun harder against his head and spoke through my teeth, " I said put the money in the bag."

He did then I ran out, but not fast enough that the damn guy shot me. The bullet grazed my skin, wounding me, but I just clutched my side and ran as fast as I could to a phone booth. I dialed the Curtis house number.

The one to answer was Darry. "Hello" he said sternly.

"Darry, it's Dally, man. I'm phoning from a booth. I robbed a grocery store and the cops are after me. Y'all gotta hide me, man. I'm headin' to the lot in a minute. Meet y'all there."

I then hung up and continued to run. When I got to the vacant lot I saw the gang, in the opposite direction. I ran as hard as I could, but knew I wasn't gonna make it. The wail of a siren grew louder and then police car pulled up across the street from the lot. Doors slammed as the policemen leaped out.

I had reached the circle of light under the street lamp, and skidded to a halt. I took out the gun to fool them. I raised the gun and the police men shot fire. It's what I wanted.

The impact of the bullets jerked my body. My body slowly crumbled to the ground, but I still help a grim triumph on my face.

 All I could think about was Johnny. I may seem selfish, but I know I did it for Johnny. I will always do it for Johnny. No matter what.