I'M SO EXCITED! God I love this book so much. So this is a new story. It's based off a book called 'The Outsiders'. I'm super excited about writing one of these as you can tell, as the said book was and is my favorite book of all time. The pairings will be Ponyboy and Steve, and slight mention Dallas and Johnny. If you haven't read the book, I suggest you go read it, it's amazing, and plus it will help with reading this, as I'm taking stuff from the book. Obviously, I own nothing I write unless I create a book of my own thoughts, which I might soon...It might be more of a poem format, since I write more poems than I do stories... But anyways, I hope you enjoy!
-Bunny-
Chapter 1
Ponyboy-
"No!" I screamed at Darry. He looked
shocked for a moment, before his look turned emotionless again. Blank. "He's dead Pony, you and I both know this." He ground out, looking away, refusing to make eye contact with me anymore. I started to tear up, but I refused to cry in front of my brother. Soda was leaning on the pale white wall, smoking, which shocks me because Sodapop rarely ever smoked, unless he was stressed or something like that. He puffed a smoke ring before looking up. He coughed and I swore I saw great amounts of pain in his eyes as he started to speak.
"He's dead Pony, and ain't nothin gonna change that..." He said with finality. He turned away and walked out of the house, probably going to work at the DX.
Dallas basically committed suicide, after robbing a store. He ran from the police in the cold night, only the things he stole from the Tulsa convenient store kept him company. It was at the park where we ran to him, trying to stop him, and then the shots began. I knew he wanted that to happen to himself because of the fact Johnny died in the hospital.
For the full story, we met Cherry Valance at the movie theatre, and met up with the group of Socs, almost getting into a fight with them. Later, Darry hit me one night, and I ran away, to find Johnny. We both went to the lot where Socs ran up to us, and started to physically harm us. After trying to drown me, Johnny killed one of them, which was actually Cherry's boyfriend. We had Dally, also known as Dallas, help us escape. We went to Windrixevill, and Dally took us out to eat one day, but when we went back to our safe house, we found the church where we were hiding burning down in a heap of flames. A school group of elementary kids went there for lunch, and we became heroes for saving the kids from the burning building. But Johnny... He was hurt badly. Even if he had made it, he wouldn't have been able to have walked after that. After that Dallas became even colder.
I'll never forget the look in his eyes, whenever Johnny died. Pain doesn't even describe it. Whenever he got shot though, his eyes were filled with peace and contempt. It was that moment, I knew he had loved Johnny more than anything. Dallas, the cold hearted greaser...loved Johnny...
I stared back to Darry, refusing to believe what happened last night.
"He's not dead, and he and Johnny are gonna to walk through this door, and hug each other happily!" I scream at him in anger. Darry clenched his fist.
"He's dead!" He screamed back. 'And you killed him.' Something in the back of my mind said. I stop for a moment, hearing the voice inside my head. I looked up at Darry, my eyes wide. " And I killed him..." I muttered, repeating the words I heard, wet tears rolling down my face. I want to see Johnny again, to tell me it's alright. To comfort me in the church again, and to hug my shivering body. Darry stared at me lugubriously, before pulling me in a tight hug.
"Everything will be ok Pone, everything will be." He chokes out, some of his words cracking. 'It's not ok.' The voice stated, and I heard a laugh. And I believed it.
Soda-
I had to get out of that house. I just had to. To see Pony breaking down, not accepting the fact that Johnny passed and Dallas got shot. I drew another breather of smoke before flicking it to the ground, crushing it. I wasn't satisfied.
Steve was waiting for me at the DX, and I greeted him. He frowned at me, placing his hands on my face.
"You don't look so good man, you need to rest so you can look good and attract them girls to come here." He crosses his arms and smirks, but instead at laughing at his joke I glared at him. "Pony refuses to believe they died Steve. He broke down, screaming stuff like Dallas isn't dead, Johnny can walk, I need to go see Johnny, I haven't seen him in a while. Man, Steve, I don't think I ever felt like cryin that much in my life. I just wanted to bawl seein im like that." I sobbed out. His smirk faded and was replaced with a look of worry. "I'm sorry Soda. Look, I'll talk to Ponyboy later, alright? He might just need someone whom he doesn't talk much to much, talk to him. For now, let's get you cleaned up, ok?" He didn't really ask him, but rather exclaimed it as he led me through the doors.
Steve-
I knew the kid wouldn't be ok after this, but
I never expected that Pony out of all people would break down like that specifically. I feel bad for the kid, I honestly do. I'm always mean to him, stating him as that "tag along kid". But I don't hate the boy. I admire him more than that. The way he's able to make good grades, even surrounded by people who hate him, and how he can be so nice to people, even when the word literally spits on him? It's quite impressive really, if you think about it. I listen to Soda talking more about the situation as I'm cleaning him up, dabbing a wet rag on his puffy tear stained eyes. "I think he just needs someone to talk to. If it gets worse, maybe help, but I don't personally think we will let it get that far." I tutted. I stared at Soda, and his eyes bore into mine. I look away, feeling awkward. "You like my brother don't ya?" He asks me. I look up at him and frown. "I don't even have an answer for that." And I really didn't.
Ponyboy-
I was in my room, reading The Scarlet Letter before a familiar voice started to pipe up. 'Murderer.' I dropped the book from my hands into the bed before I whimpered, gaining a headache. 'You killed them both, you deserve pain.' It screamed in my head and I started to cry, laying back on the bed. 'Kill yourself, you're worthless.' It kept talking to me. "Make it stop..." I chocked out, and I heard Darry ascend the stairs. He walked through the door, not bothered to knock. "Pony, lunch is rea- oh god what's wrong Pony?" He exclaims, rushing over to my side, holding in his strong muscular arms. I cry even harder, pushing my face into his chest. "It's my fault their dead Dar, it's all my fault!" I whimper out in pain, as my head keeps throbbing. "It's not your fault baby, it's not your fault..." He whispered soothing words to me, rocking me back and forth. However, I just couldn't believe him. I killed Johnny and Dally, it was my fault they were dead. If I hadn't had been fucking with Cherry, I wouldn't have made socs mad. If I hadn't had ran away with Johnny, he would be alive, and Dallas would of been happy. I'm such a screw up. I really did deserve pain. 'Worthless' it muttered, and I slowly let my sanity slip. Worthless is right.
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I stayed up til two writing this. I'm sooooo tired! ;-; it was so worth it though. Also, this is going to have some serious violent themes, as well as self harm, depression, suicidal thoughts, suicide attempts, and insanity, which has already been slightly introduced in this chapter with the voices in his head. This first few chapters are probably going to be short, and once we get a few chapters in the chapters will get a wholeeee lot longer. Also, it's not going to be like serious boy x boy, but there is going to be a relationship with Steve and Pony, but it's mostly going to be hurt and comfort. Anyways, thanks for reading, I greatly appreciate it.
Byeeee ~Bunny~
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The Outsiders: Insanity
FanfictionPonyboy starts to refuse the fact that Dallas and Johnny died, believing their there. After that doesn't work he starts to go insane, hearing voices in his head. He starts to believe the voices, and begins to act weird in the gangs eyes. Slipping in...
