Suicidal Pony (An Outsiders FanFic)

No Such Thing as a Happy Ending

This chapter is dedicated to @chadda8708 who gave me a great idea! Which I than twisted and made very dark and... Yea... Anyway, be glad u got a new chapter :P

Ponyboy's POV
I watched as the man named Darrel was dragged out of the room. Some people are just crazy.
I was told this man was my brother, but also my father figure. I don't believe them though. It just makes no sense! How could my brother be my father?
In my hospital room, I'm getting unhooked from many machines, and soon am free to roam the hospital while I'm waiting to be checked out.
As soon as I leave the room, a bunch of doctors rush in.
What? Who needs that much doctoring? Is that even a word?
I walk back in, and look to see a boy laying in the bed that was next to mine, hooked up to at least three times the amount of equipment that was attached to me. The boy seemed vaguely familiar, but i couldn't remember who he was. His name was on the tip of my tongue.
"CLEAR!" I heard a doctor shout as they rubbed their electrical heart pumper thingies together. The many doctors and nurses were all too busy to acknowledge me.
I looked over to the boys heart monitor. It started beeping fast, than stopped. Fast, than stopped. Fast, than stopped. Than stayed flat.
Was I watching a boy die?
"CLEAR!" The doctor yelled again. But it was no use. The boy was dead. I shook my head. Poor lad. If only I could- suddenly a splitting pain shot threw my head and I cried out as I fell to my knees.
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"Well you need to move on. Their dead and that's final." Darry said starting to raise his voice. "You coped with mom and dad you can live with this."

"Some drunk Socs were there and were playing with cigarets near the gas tanks. And- and- Soda was- was caught in the blast."

I wake up feeling dizzy and sick. I can't remember why until I look down at my throbbing wrist.

Inside were some of Soda's sleeping pills that he sometimes needed when he was hyped up.

I would just... Fall asleep... And never... Wake... Up...

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I remembered. I remembered everything. And the death I just saw, that was not the death of any old boy. It was the death of Sodapop Curtis.
My brother.

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Two-Bit's POV
"- and so Darry was hauled away in a police car." I concluded. At the moment I was filling in Steve, who had been on a family trip for the weekend.
"That's... Intense... But how's Soda?"
"It sure was intense! Pony didn't even care when Darry was arrested!"
"Ok, Two-Bit, but is Soda ok?"
"I was like 'HE'S YOUR BROTHER PONY!!! GET YOUR LIFE TO-'"
"TWO-BIT. IS SODA OK??"
"Hmm? Yea. He's doing fine. I think."
"YOU THINK??"
"I know he's your best friend, but why are you freaking out?"
Steve sighed. "Two-Bit, can you keep a secret?"
I held out my hand and extended my pinkie.
"I pinkie promise."
"I'm in love with Soda. I don't care if you say I'm gay, or make fun of me in any way. I'm in love with him and that's final."
I dropped my hand and blinked a few times.
"You've never told him?"
"Nope."
"Than what are you waiting for?? A kiss on the cheek?? Go!!"
And with that, Steve ran outside and hopped into his mom's car, speeding towards the hospital.
I sighed and chuckled, getting into my own car. I hadn't seen my mom in a while and wanted to see her.

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"Mom? I'm home!" I called.
No response.
I wasn't surprised, considering it was around five in the morning. I just walked towards the stairs, looking forwards to a good nights rest.
But, at the edge of the bottom stair, I saw something on the ground. Expecting it to be some sort of toy or something mom threw down, I turned on the lights. I immediately regretted it.
In a crumpled ball on the floor, was my mother. Obviously dead. I know i should have called 911, but I just held her and cried.

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Darry's POV
As I sat in a cold, dark cell, I thought of my brothers. The only two people I cared for, were both in the hospital. One didn't even remember my name. They were bound to be put in a boys home now.
As I thought of them, I put my face in my hands, and cried.

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Steve's POV
I sat on a bench outside of the hospital.
Two-Bit was wrong.
Soda was dead.
People in this situation would most likely cry, but I stood up.
To loose ones true love, that was painful.
I wasn't sad Soda was dead, I was mad. Enraged. I chuckled and looked at the hospital building.
To loose ones true love...
I would show them.
I would show them all.

Ok... That may have gotten REALLY dark... This is what happens when I'm in a depressed/bad mood tho :/

PEOPLE DIE

have a great Labor Day! <3

IF YOU SURVIVE