You Don't Know What It's Like Being Me.

Pony's Nightmares

It's been a few weeks since mom and dad's passing.
Ponyboy was fine sleeping in his own bed until recently, a week ago I was abruptly awoken by the sounds of Pony screaming in the middle of the night.

I shot up from bed and went into his and Soda's room. When I opened the door Ponyboy was sitting upright in his bed, Soda was kneeling down trying to calm him down. His breathing was all fast and he was sobbing uncontrollably. That aching feeling came back into my chest. My brothers were suffering and I am supposed to be there for them.

I'm failing.

After talking to Soda about what happened he told me all Ponyboy could say was that it was a nightmare. Pony couldn't remember what the nightmare was about, though, but whatever it was really scared him. He wouldn't stop crying until Soda came back into the room and laid by him, cuddling him back into a peaceful sleep.

I went up beside the bed, I don't think Soda is going to sleep any time soon.
"Do you think he'll be alright.?" I asked.
"I dunno Dar.. Are any of us really alright right now.?" Soda's gaze shifted away from me as he spoke. I tried to swallow the lump in my throat but it wouldn't go away. I couldn't say anything back to him. I felt horrible and I just asked the most obvious thing I could have asked.

I lost track how long I sat there for, but Soda was asleep now. I got up off the floor and left their room. I've been sleeping in mom and dad's room lately. So instead of going into my room, I passed it and headed to their which was at the end of the hallway. Their door opened with a small creak, the room smelling the same as it did before they were gone. I lay down in their bed, falling asleep in a matter of minutes this time.

I was tired.