The End is Only the Beginning

Chapter 1-The Gunshot

(Credits to S.E. Hinton)(Warning:Contains mentions of self harm, suicide, death, and child abuse.)
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I woke up in the abandoned parking lot with my head resting on Ponyboy's shoulder, I could feel his cold hand resting on mine. We must have been like that for a few hours because I was really groggy. It was only May so it was still pretty cold, so I scooted closer to Ponyboy. I had only worn a flannel that night and it was starting to get colder. It took me a few moments to realize where I was, you could barley see anything except the glow of the street lights and the little specks of dust flying in the air under the lights. It was a quiet night out, except for the bats flying around above. And you could faintly hear a group of older teenagers laughing across the street. They looked to be around 17 or 18. You could tell these kids were Greasers, they all had a leather or jean jacket. The dead give away was their hair shining under the streetlights, from the huge amount of hair grease. I didn't usually wear hair grease, I have long hair so it would just ruin it. They were all laughing and having fun, they were playfully pushing each other around. In front of them was a group of Greaser girls laughing, most likely at the boys behind them. I traced my eyes behind them all and I saw the fuzz, one of them had there heater out. It was pointed at a younger boy in the back. My mind went blank as I saw the trigger being pulled. BOOM!! Just like that the teen boy in the back fell, as blood shot everywhere. I screamed closing. my eyes and curling up into a ball slowly sinking into the abandoned car seat. All I could hear was the ringing in my ears and the echo of the gunshot. The group of girls in the front screamed as they had to watch there friend die. He was probably dating one of the girls. He probably had a mom and a dad, maybe a sister or a brother. He probably had plans for college. He probably had a job. But that was all taken away, just like that. Gone.

"What the hell happened? Grace?" I could hear Ponyboy open his switchblade. The same one that Johnny had used to kill Bob 8 months ago. I hated that knife, I hated it so much. Ponyboy knew how much I hated it and he still kept it, I wasn't mad though. I understood, it was the only thing he had left of Johnny other that his "Gone With The Wind" book.

I slowly looked at him, the fear obvious in my eyes. "Ponyboy... the fuzz just shot that kid... right there." I pointed to the group of teens in front of us, shaking slightly. They were kneeling down crying as they watched their friend die. One of the girls was shaking him, trying to wake him up. She had his blood on her hands. But there was no use, even from far away you could see his head fall faint.

"Oh my god. Let's go, Grace come on." Ponyboy put away his switchblade, putting it back into his jacket pocket. As he put it away I saw the silver handle shine under the street light. He always made sure to keep that knife in perfect condition, even though he would probably never use it. He carried it mainly for show.

"Yeah... ok..." I told him with a quiver in my voice, as I started to feel the cold wind blow across my face.

He got up and helped me up, when he saw the look in my eyes he grabbed my hand. I didn't know what had happened. The boy wasn't doing anything wrong, he was just walking and having fun with his friends. The fuzz shot him for no reason. We finally reached Pony's house, the lights were still on inside. I knew they would be, they were always on in case someone needed to stay at their place. Often it was Two-Bit after he got into a fight with his mom about his drinking problem, or Steve after his dad kicked him out again. I had never had to stay overnight at their house, usually my mom was real nice to me. But after my dad left she had gotten really mean, saying things about how it was my fault that he left or that I was a waste of money. I rarely spent time at my house anymore, but I'm glad my dad left. Before he left, I thought the Greasers were just hoodlums that liked fights, but they were just people in a gang. People that came from a terrible home life, or people that aren't loved. They're all really nice, they are just terrible at showing it.

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Hey! So this is my first fan-fiction that I've written, if you have any tips or anything like that please let me know. Most of the chapters are going to have mentions of self-harm or suicide. So if that triggers you in any way please don't read this. If you need to vent or advice on something you can message me, I will most likely respond. Anyways I hope you have a fantastic day! <3