The Outsiders Smuts

J.C ~ Suicide

Song: Suic*ide by Ren

Warnings: suicide

Just So You Know: Johnny is 17, you are 16, and you have been dating for 2 months.

"I can't live anymore, Y/N." Johnny said, crying into my shoulder. I had silent tears pouring down my face as Johnny talked about killing himself. 

"Oh, baby. I know how you feel. But we're all here for you, OK?" I told him, kissing his head. His parents had been beating on him a lot more lately, and he has been sleeping in the lot every night, almost freezing to death. I stroked his cheek slowly. 

"I love you, Y/N." Johnny said to me, sitting up.

"Me too." I said, kissing him sweetly.

"Do you love me, really?" Johnny asked me.

"Of course I do Johnny, why wouldn't I?" I asked him, concerned.

"I don't know. I wouldn't love me if I was you." He responded.

"Johnny. You are enough, OK? I love you, and so does the rest of the gang. I promise you." I told him, pulling him close to me. I looked down at the scars on his wrists. I rubbed them, and he started crying in my shoulder again.

"Why don't we go over to the Curtis' house? Maybe get something to eat?" I asked him. He nodded his head and got up. He held out his hand for me, and I held on to it. 

We held hands all the way to the house, and Ponyboy was just walking down the sidewalk.

"Hey, Y/N. You good, Johnny?" He asked. Johnny nodded and we walked into the house, and I let go of his hand to take off my coat. We walked into the kitchen, and I cut him a piece of chocolate cake. He ate it slowly, and I watched him.

"You should stay here for the night, Johnny." He looked exhausted, so I was relieved when he nodded. He walked up to the spare room, and I heard the door close. I heard him sobbing.

"Hey, Darry? Can I talk to you?" I asked, entering the living room. 

"Of course you can." He said, putting down his newspaper. I couldn't find my words. I couldn't breathe. 

"Hey, hey, just breathe. It's OK. What's wrong?" He asked me, noticing I was crying and heaving.

"J-johnny wants to k-kill himself." I said choking on my words and tears. I cried into Darry's arms.

"It'll be OK, we'll find him some help." He said, reassuring me.

I believed him.

Until I heard a gun shot.

"JOHNNY!" I screamed, and I ran up the stairs with Darry close behind me. I opened the door, and I saw blood splattered all over the walls, and johnny was lying face down on the bed, a gunshot to his head, the gun in his hand.

"FUCK! NO, P-PLEASE!" I screamed running to Johnny. I flipped him over, and tried to feel for the pulse. No pulse. Down the hallway, Darry had called the ambulance. But it was no use. I knew deep down that Johnny was gone forever. 

I sat with his decomposing body and sobbed until the ambulance got there and confirmed he was dead.

My baby was gone.

A/N: Sorry this was so short.