The Outsiders: I've Made Mistakes

Chapter Fifthteen

I woke to some movement on my bed. I knew something was werid since it wasn't Soda. It was probably one am, when I felt someone on top of me. I was scared to death, I wanted to scream but I couldn't. Everything just happened so quickly. Before I knew it, I had my hands tied above with my head which was attached to my bed frame. I had no chance of free myself with my hands, and knees on my thighs with a hand over my mouth. I couldn't breathe they had their hand on my mouth just enough to also cover my nose. Moonlight barely lit my room so I could see the attackers face... it was Two-bit. He had that same insane look in his eyes that scared me to the bone. 'He was gonna kill me. He was gonna soffcate me till I die right here right now.' I thought. He didn't speak, he didn't need to. His face told me everything. He was out to get me.

I kicked because that's all I could do but nothing happened. I couldn't breathe, I was dying, he was killing me! I screamed but it only wasted more air. He started to chuckle. "Poor ol' little Ponyboy." He said, faking his saddnes. He looked over to my nightstand where my knife was still standing right up on it. I knew when he saw that it was all over. He had the blade and he would kill me with it. He grabbed the blade while still holding his hand on my mouth and nose. He pulled the knife out and smiled as he put it close to my throat. Real close. I was crying at this point. I didn't want to die tonight. Everything was just going good and here they dropped back down. "Just as weak as you were when you couldn't save Johnny. I thought maybe you could save yourself but seems you can't do that either." He says pushing the blade barely into my throat. Not to kill me but enough to make me bleed. I tried to breathe but I got nothing. I could feel my lungs screaming for air which I needed so bad. I kept kicking hoping it would do something so help myself. Everything started to look fuzzy and black spots were covering my visions before I knew it I blacked out. I knew... I knew it was all over.

3rd person pov*

After Ponyboy had blacked out, the mentality unstable Two-bit pulled his hands back. He pulled his hands off his mouth believeing he was dead. He cut the rope that held Ponyboy wrist when a little burst of Two-bits meds kicked in. Two-bit had gone back to his normal self as he looked back at the still Ponyboy. Two-bit pushed his hair back in stress, his hands slid down his face. "Oh God... what have I done." He said, guilt and regret rich in his voice. Two-bit gotten off the bed, panic riseing in him. He stared at Ponyboy who still hasn't moved. He looked dead. "Oh God Pony... I didn't mean to. I didn't mean to." Two bit says before running out of his room. Two-bit ran into the dark living room panicking unsure what to do. He didn't know if he should tell Darry or not. Two-bit really thought Ponyboy had just been murdered and the blood would on his hands. Two-bit wanted to scream and cry, he just didn't know what to do with himself anymore.

Ponyboys pov*

My eyes shot open, I was alive... I surely thought I was dead. I glanced at the clock and it was on 6, but the blood on my neck was drying. I needed to find Darry and tell him what happened. But I was still shaking. I ripped the covers and pushed myself to my feet. I was breathing chopily as I stumbled out of my room. "Darry!" I called out as I held myself up on the doorway. I was trying to breathe normally but I just couldn't. Soon to know, Darry was running to me. "Ponyboy! Whats wrong?" Darry says, his hands on my shoulders. "H-he tried to kill me!" I say breathing panicly, "who tried to kill you?!" He says, looking me in the eyes. "Two-bit. He tried to soffacte me." I say, a tear sliding down my face. "Oh my God. This is getting out of hand!" He tried not to yell. Darry helped me into the living room. I saw Two-bit holding his knees to his eyes and sobbing hard. Darry told me to go sit down on the other wall far away from him. Then it started.

"What the hell Two-bit?!"

"Listen to me Darry, I want to take it all back!"

"You just tries to kill Ponyboy for the second time!"

"I know that! (Two-bit stood up) I know I've been hurting Pony but I don't mean to!"

"This is going way to far! We can't keep letting you in our house if we have to watch you to make sure you dont kill Ponyboy!"

"I feel horrible for the shit I've done can't you tell?! I can't control myself when I'm like that!"

"Two-bit just calm down now."

"(Takes a breath) Im sorry, I know I'm a danger here. Its hard to live with the weight of you're hurting one of your own friends"

Two-bit walked away into the hallway. He grabbed something on the way there but I couldn't tell what. It went quiet. I tried so hard not to cry, it hurt to see Two-bit like this. He didn't derserve anything he gets. He doesn't deserve to be drove insane from seeing a close friend be shot in cold blood. Even though I saw two deaths up close it never hit me as hard as it did Two-bit. I only now realised that. It wasn't his fault he almost killed me twice, he can't control himself when he's in that state. Two-bit gets really violent when he's off the meds. I mean real violent. Like I said he tried to slit my throat then tried to suffocate me while holding a blade to my throat. Both times not the normal Twos fault.