The outsiders

blackberries

3rd POV
Soda was desperately trying to hold on. Going on week three of being beat everyday was getting hard. Soda could barely move anymore. But sometimes, in the middle of the night, he would light a candle and look at the pictures of him and Bree in his wallet. The way she smiled...the way they smiled together. He sighed and held onto those pictures with his life, he needed them to keep him sane. He sighed and laid down on the floor, he was in a cage. A small metal cage. He curled in on himself to keep the warmth in as much as possible. He shivered, it was so cold. If Bree was there, she would cuddle with him and lay on his chest and whisper that she loved him in his ear. He missed her so much, just thinking about her made him want to sob.

*flashback*
"Come on, soda." Bree said laughing.
"Wait wait, I found something." Soda says, pulling aside some branches.
"What is it?" She says coming back to stand beside him.
"A blackberry bush." He says excitedly.
"You like blackberries?" She asked.
"Yeah me and my dad used to pick them all the time." Soda says smiling at the memories. Bree picked one and threw it in the air and caught it in her mouth. Soda laughed and wrapped his arm around her as they picked blackberries. It was a beautiful day.

*end flashback

He's alone once again trying to keep the memories alive. But it felt like they were slipping through his fingers like sand. He sighed and curled up on the floor shivering still, awaiting the non peaceful sleep to envelope him and take the pain away for just a little while.