The Outsiders: I've Made Mistakes

Chapter Six

He died too early. He was just standing up for us which costed his life. I looked away again. I couldn't look any more. I wished this was a nightmare. I wanted to wake by Sodas side tomarrow morning. I knew the Soc had drove off probably to hide from police. Police pulled up they stepped out of the car a walked over, they told us calmly to move away from Sodas dead body. We stood up, Darry told me not to look back, but I did. I had to. It was only minutes Soda was alive. It was only 20 minutes I saw him smile. But it was only now I saw him dead. Two-bit hasn't moved. Police had to pull him away since he wouldn't move.

I held on to Darry, I saw a familiar investigator come out of a black car. He walked over to the crime scene. I could hear him talking to police.

"Hey Lt."

"Hey, so what do we got here?"

"Well, we have a young man shot point blank range says the wemon who reported it."

"Any idenfaction?"

"His name is Sodapop Curtis. He lives with his brothers who are over there. No parents. He's like 16, 17 maybe."

I could feel the man look over here but my eyes we're glued to the ground.

"Any bullet caseings?"

"Right here."

Then it went quite as they started to examine the body. I glanced over to the man and saw him walk over to Steve first. I heard Steve tell him how we were all set up and how everything went down. He took notes on his note pad when Steve finished. He went to Two-bit but Two-bit couldn't say nothing. Literally. He just froze while looking at the ground. He walled over to us. Me and Darry both looked at him. He looked at Darry first then when his eyes met with mine I knew who he was. His whole look in his eyes changed from ice cold to sarrow. "Y'all are the brothers of the victim correct." Kenda says. "Yes sir." Kenda began to question us like he did before. Before I knew it he had police out looking for the man who killed my brother. He looked me in the eye and said, "we'll find who did this... I'm so sorry." He says. Thats the second time I've seen him and both is when I was there at the scene. "He's really gone..." I say. I could feel Darry crying again.

Thats when the news reporter came. She stood in front of the camera talking about what had just occurred she then asked if she could interview one of us. Just as Darry was gonna say no I said yes I would. Darry stood behind me as the reporter got ready. "I stand here with the victims brothers Ponyboy and Darrel Curtis correct?" I nod. "Can you tell us what happened?" She asked holding the mic. I heastatied "w-well. We were heading to the movies before we ran into some Socs and it seemed like a flash before I heard the gunshot and... I saw m-my brothers body... on t-the... ground." I say in between sobbs. "I'm sorry for your loss." She says and the fakeness of her tone was so loud it offended me. "I'm sure you are." I say with rich sarcasm before walking away.

Steve walked over to us, head hung low. "Guys. Two-Bit hasn't moved. What do we do?" He says. I don't blame him. I didn't want to leave his side. "Two bit! Come on. Lets go." I say. He looked over at me. He had a werid look in his eye. But I let that side for now. I guess reality hasn't hit me yet. Two walked over, hands shakey and his skin was ghost white. He walked stiffly. We walked home, well to our house.

We sat in a circle almost. Darry stood by the kitchen, I sat on the coffee table, Two bit on the recliner and Steve on the couch. I looked at all of them. "What the hell is going on?" Two-Bit says. We just looked at him. "I mean, why is this happening? We're loseing too many people. This can't be true." Two bit says. "Socs get all they want and now they think it's okay to kill people!" Two-Bit started to raise his voice. "Two settle down" Steve says. He took a deep breath. Darry left the room. He was heading to bed. I got up as well when Two-Bit went out side.

I went into my bedroom. I hopped on my side of the bed. Not even thinking. It was cold even with the blankets covering me. It felt empty more than usual. I looked behind me since I was on my side. Then I remember... Soda was dead... "S- Soda?.." I say. I didn't understand... I fell on my back I grabbed a pillow and held it close as I cried into it. I missed Soda already. I knew tonight I wouldn't sleep well. Maybe if I got lucky I could cry myself to sleep.

I remembered when Soda told me "I can't take another funeral." I didn't want to be on the other end. I didn't want to see the day where I have to look into the casket where my brother lied. But I didn't want it too be soon. I began to remember everything me and Soda did that was memeberable. When he told me why I had a purpose to live, he was one of the reasons. I remembered when we were little and mom and dad took us to the beach. Darry was a teen when we went and me and Soda were 6 and 9 at the time, Soda pulled me to the water and laughed as he spalshed me. I would giggle and pick up sand and try to throw it to him but it would fall short. Then Darry would come and pick me up and put me on his shoulders as he ran through the water. I felt so tall then. Once mom and dad would call us back over I would throw dirt at Darry and he would act like I threw it hard. That used to make me laugh and feel strong. Soda would bluid sand castles with me then I would dig a trench for water and I would pour too much and the castle would wash away but Soda would just laugh.... those were the good days. I even remember when Soda and I found out who Johnny was and became friends with him. We used to hang out all the time and then the gang just found each other.... but that's all gone...

Soda....

Johnny...

Dally..

Gone..

This must've been a sign of something. Soda's death, must've told me what I need to do so no one else gets hurt. But I can't... I can't figure it out...