The End is Only the Beginning

Chapter 6-Confessions

The next morning we woke up to the whole gang surrounding us and whispering. Sodapop had woken up and he was joining in with the gang.

Two-Bit whispered, "When do you think they will wake up?"

Darry answered back while also whispering, "I don't know but they have been out for a while."

Sodapop chimed in, "Maybe they are dead." I slowly lifted my head and when I saw everyone staring at us I screamed. The whole gang burst into laughter as Ponyboy woke up.

"Whats going on? Sodapop! You're alive!" I quickly pulled him into a hug, and then remembered he got shot as he winced in pain.

"Oh my gosh, I am so sorry I completely forgot," I said, pulling away quickly.

Sodapop sat up all the way and responded, "Its alright, the doctors numbed me up pretty well. Half the time it feels like the room is spinning." I laughed a bit at his joke and then realized Steve had a huge grin plastered on his face.

"What? Steve, what did you do?" I questioned, slowly getting scared that he did something bad.

Steve grinned even more, "Nothing, its just ya'll literally slept in the same chair all night together. How adorable! My little children are growing up!"

Ponyboy finally woke up all the way and said, "When you say it like that is sounds weird!" I completely agreed. Then again Steve is known for being weird. When Ponyboy realized Sodapop was awake he leapt up out of the chair and hugged him really tight. I don't think he would have cared if Soda was in pain or not, he was just happy to see his brother. I would have done the same with my sister.

"Soda! Please never get shot again, I thought you were going to die!" Pony told him while he hugged him tightly.

Soda grinned big and responded with, "I'll try not to but you know what they say, people would kill for my looks."

We all laughed and Two-Bit took a sip from his beer that seemed to magically appeared in his hand. Everyone seemed to be really tired except for Sodapop, I guess the. doctors really did numb him up a lot. Soon though he did end up asleep with the rest of the gang, except me and Ponyboy. Why was it always just us two that ended up together?

Ponyboy looked at me and asked, "Well, what do you want to do?"

I responed with, "We could go get some food from the cafeteria or maybe get a coke."

I saw his eyes light up, "Oh you have got to try the cafeteria food here it is so good! They have the best chocolate cake! Its even better than Darry's." We got up and started to walk down the hall to the cafeteria.

I was shocked, Darry's chocolate cake was the best in the world, "There is no way anyone can make a cake better than Darry's!"

"I thought so too until I tried this cake," he told me.

We finally reached the cafeteria and there was a huge line of people waiting for all sorts of food.

"Woah this line is huge." I said, and it really was. It went around the tables at least twice.

"It is worth the wait though and plus it goes by fast. Oh and it will give us time to talk." He said smiling.

I smiled with him and replied, "I'll use any excuse to talk to you."

"Great! Can I ask you something? It's kinda a sensitive topic, so you don't have to answer if you don't want to." Pony said, he then reached down and wrapped his pinky around mine.

I started to blush a bit again, "Sure, what's up?"

"What was the argument with your mom about?" He asked as we moved up a spot in line.

"Oh... I came home late one night, and she got really mad at me. She took the painting I have-the one of the hands-and tore it up. Then she slapped me and called me a 'worthless piece of shit'." I said looking down at my feet as I relived that night in my mind.

I remebered her tearing the painting off the light blue wall in my room. I remebered when she ripped it in half right in front of me. The sound was almost worse than the guns being shot at. the lot. I remebered her grabbing my wrist tightly and slapping my face. I remebered her screaming in my face saying how worthless I was and that i should just kill myself. I remebered her throwing me against my closet and looking at me with disgust in her eyes. As I thought about it more my eyes filled with tears, I don't know why. I think it's because deep down I still loved my mom. No matter how hard I tried I could never stop loving her. I don't know why and I hate myself for it.
I had spent months working on this one painting, it was of two people's hands holding onto each others wrists. One of the wrists was perfect and beautiful, and the other looked just like mine. Disgusting, hideous, and unlovable. I loved that painting it was my prized possession. I had painted it after I met Ponyboy, I started liking him from the start. It was supposed to be Ponyboy pulling me out of a hold, nobody knew that though. The best part of the painting was the back, it had a poem on it. It was called I Knew A Boy Who Liked To Draw. I don't know who wrote it or where I heard it, but it stuck with me.

I once knew a boy

Who liked to draw

Beautiful Pictures

Which nobody saw

He drew by himself

Alone at night

Locked in his bedroom

Out of sight

The pictures were strange

They came with a twist

His pen a razor

His canvas, a wrist

Watching the stars

When he lifted his sleeve

And showed me his scars

I wasn't shocked

I knew what to do

So I rolled up my sleeve

And said "I draw too"

"Oh my god, I am so sorry. I know how much you loved that painting." I saw the pain in his eyes as we walked up in line, "I don't think your worthless, you mean a lot to me. Your mom is just to blind to see how amazing you are." Ponyboy told me. My heart melted as he whipped the tears away that I didn't know had fallen.