The Outsiders Headcanons (My ideas)

Dallas Tucker Winston

He didn't die just for Johnny. 

     When Johnny's light slipped away, right in front of him, his hope and pride left, vanished. He didn't even care that Ponyboy was there greiving over their close friends death. Johnny was right there, right in front of there eyes. All red and tattered and burnt. And quiet, stiff, still... Dally couldn't take it. Johnny was his happiness, one of the only things he lived for, yearned to care for. The only light in his dark tunnel.. 

     Before he knew it, he's running out of the hospital, beyond angry at the world, at himself, everything. His feet under him like thunder, slapping the hard, wet ground in the rain as he moved. He was about to do something stupid, incredibly idiotic. But he wanted to end it. Now his life was a black, endless void. Now he's at the shop, at the door, his mind blank of any logic or correct sence. He barges in, gun in hand, pointing it at the poor man standing behind the desk, at the register. "Give me the money." He demanded. The man huffed, reluctantly opening the register, Dallas reached his hand in and scooped a handfull of bills, then he ran off. 

     He already knew the register guy had called the cops, which was inevatibly what he wanted in the end. Now he's running, from many things. He was desperate. But something made him regret his decision.. Ponyboy. He had realized he really had cared about the fourteen year-old boy. The poor thing had been through so mcuh already.. All thoughs happy moments with him, Johnny and Pony came flushing in. Dally knew Ponyboy was hurting as well, but it was far too late to turn back now. 

     He sped for the phone he saw, picked it up and spun in a number. He called Darry. "Meet me in the lot." Was all he said. Darry agreed, took the whole gang. Dallas is still running. The gang hurried, sqwished into the car, Darrel driving.

But by the time they all got there, it was too late, sirens and shouts and loud footsteps rang around him. His mind going wild as he ran for his life. But wait, what if Johnny wasn't the only thing he had left? Would he want to stay with Ponyboy in the cruel world? Would he survive? How would he handle the pain? Though, it was a bit too late now to turn back. He was happy in a way.. He was getting what he wanted. He always did. And he'd get to see Ponyboy one last time before he passed. He wanted to tell the young boy that he mattered. That he could succeed in many things, and that he thought the boy had hope. But he couldn't.                                                               A loud bang echoed throught the open area of the neighborhood, and pang of pain ran through his chest. He struggled to breathe.  

"Pony!" He remembered. It wasn't only Johnny he cared for. He knew and cared for the young boy, and now dearly regretted his decision. Now he wanted to stay alive for Ponyboy. But it was too late now. He crashed down at the bleached blonde boy's feet, and blacked out. He couldn't feel anything but pain... Or anything at all.