The Outsiders: Insanity

Chapter 2

      So I got to drive the other day. I only ran off the road once! Thank the dear lord it was on a country road where literally like you see one person every ten minutes fly by at breakneck speed, haha. I did better on a highway where there's tons of cars and vehicles and such, rather than a country road that has like maybe one car following you and the road is quite simple. Needles to say, I did good, other than the fact my mom had no courage for me whatsoever, and asked if my instructor needed some blood pressure pills. Thanks mom!

Disclaimer: I do not own The Outsiders, I literally own nothing. Nada.
                                               
                                                 Like always, Bunny.
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            Sodapop-
      I finished up at the DX and Steve offered to walk me home. I declined, but he insisted and said he was probably going to crash there anyways as well. On the way back I thought about Pone.
      'He's not dead! Johnny is worried about me Darry! I have to go see him and Dally!' He desperately said to Darry, and our big brother looked away, gritting his teeth and his eyes showed pain. "He's dead baby..." He said dejectedly. 'No!'
      "Hello, earth to Soda!" Steve snapped his fingers in my face and I growled in annoyance. "Watch it." I snapped back in his face and I ran a hand through my greasy locks.
      "You were literally zonin out though man, I thought you were about to pass out." He said, folding his arms in annoyance. I rolled my eyes at him. "Oh I don't know, my brother is literally going into depression, my older brother is thinking about putting him in a mental institute and I'm all in the middle of everything. Oh dear lord I'm not gonna think about Pone for a secon." I growl out and walk at a quicker pace, wanting to get home as soon as possible.
      "Look Soda, what if he needs it? What if he tries to do what Dally did?" He yells out in question, and I stop. "I thought you loved him? Why say that?" I growl out in annoyance at him, and I turn around to see him standing there, fist balled. I see tears rolling down his eyes, and he shakes his head, trying to stop.
      "I don't want us to lose him, like we lost Dally and Johnnycakes. Like you said, he refused to believe that they died Soda. What if he starts to think of 'other things'. You know what I'm talking about Soda!" He screamed everything out, and the tears ran freely down his face. "Then let's not let that happen." I say simply, and he shakes his head. "It's not that simple Sodapop." He replies back. "Why not try?" I ask, folding my arms. His fist loosen and I walk up to him, wrapping my arms around him. "We gotta try..." I say, shedding a few tears.
 
            Darry-
      Ponyboy fell asleep after I comforted him, and I sat back, staring at him. 'What if he tries to kill himself?' My thoughts piped up and I tried to shake them out of my head. I think back to my conversation with Soda.
      "But you can't!" He tried to whisper but it was just loud. "He's in depression, he refuses to believe their dead..." I state and Soda glares at me. "So you'll send him to a mental institution?" He growls and I shake my head, putting it between my hands. The door opens and Ponyboy walks in the house. It had only been a week since Dallas perished, and recently Ponyboy would sit outside, staring at the sky for a long time, in a deep thought.
      'Darry, what's wrong?' He asked in a worried tone and I shook my head. "Nothing baby, you should go get some rest..." I heard Soda pipe up. "Ah, I was going to ask if I can go to see Johnny and Dally actually." I heard him say and I looked up in shock. "Ponyboy, their dead...' I say. His face contorts in confusion, then anger.
      'How can you say that Darry! Their alive and breathing!' He yells at me. I stand up and I grab Ponyboy's shoulders. "Ponyboy, listen to me baby, their dead..." I state out with finality and he growls in annoyance. 'He's not dead! Johnny is worried about me Darry! I have to go see him and Dally!' He says to me in full desperation. I look away and grit my teeth. I didn't want to hurt him, but I couldn't let him just...I couldn't let him become like this... What's right, breaking his heart or letting him believe in nothing? "He's dead baby..." I say softly. 'No!' He yells at me.
      I decided to push myself away from those thoughts and I leant down and kissed his forehead. I got up and walked out of the room, into the kitchen, where I poured myself some water, and drank in sips. I heard the door open and I quickly stepped into the living room, to see Soda and Steve. "Mind if he stays the night?" Soda asked and I nodded.
      "How's Pony?" Steve asks and I frown. "He's asleep right now, he had an episode just a little while ago." I replied and Soda cringed when I said that. "What happened?" He asked and I sat them both down on the couch, before sitting in a chair across from them. I sighed and rubbed my head.
      "Well... He accepted the fact that Dallas and Johnny are dead." I said and Soda nodded. "Continue." Steve said. "Well, he thinks it's his fault now." I state and I look away in pain. "That's because it is my fault." A firm voice says behind me and I shoot up from the chair and turn around to see Ponyboy, smiling sadly, looking at me.
      "Baby, it isn't your fault... You're ok." I say and I slowly creep over to him. He looks at me scared. "But..." He takes a step backward. "It is my fault!" He screams and I plunge forward to have him dodge and run away from me. "Ponyboy!" I yell out. He cringes. "Murderer!" He grabs his head. "I'm a murderer..." He sobs out and falls to the floor, crying. Soda and Steve run to his side, holding him, and I stay there on the floor. I look in Ponyboy's eyes. Oh, how I remember his light green eyes and how he'd always complain that he'd wanted grey in them, but we all loved his the most. How they'd light up and sparkle whenever he was happy.
      I looked into his eyes again however. All I see is dark green, almost turning black. "Ponyboy..." I sob out, and I got up, going over to the phone. "You're gonna be ok now baby..." I cry out. I take the phone and slid my hand over the buttons. I was about to press the smooth button until I heard something.
      "Stop!"

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      Yayyyy, another chapter down, and I have no clue how many more to come! :D
      So I asked the cast how it's coming along in a brief questioning and first up, Two-Bit!
      Two-Bit: I'm not enjoying it so far...
      Me: why?
      Two-Bit: I'm like forgotten, no one forgets good ole Two-Bit!
      Me: you'll be coming on soon, anyways, what do you thinks gonna happen to Ponyboy?
      Two-Bit: judging you, I can't describe all the sadistic shit.
      Me: Aw I'm not that sadistic, right?
      Two: Ok, tell me your darkest and deepest fantasies then...
      Me: Good point! anyways, thanks for reading!
                                                     ~Bunny~