I was shocked. This all consuming shock kept me from sobbing. I grab his cold hand.
"Please, Johnny." I whisper.
Dally's going to commit suicide...again. No, I can't do this, this wasn't supposed to happen again. I started to think about the books, the outsiders. Someone had to die, but I won't let it be Johnny. No, not Johnny. Through a haze of tears I grabbed a knife and held it to my chest. It's the only way. It's the only way now.
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