Ponyboy:
I woke up in a cold sweat, panting. I looked over to see Soda still sleeping, and I mentally groaned. I tried to remember what it was I was even having a nightmare over, but I couldn't place a finger on it. "Ergh.... Pony, what are you doin up this late?" Soda mumbled and rubbed his eyes, looking at me. I didn't really respond, I didn't want to tell him I had a nightmare. He kept staring at me, awaiting a response.
"I just woke up, go back to sleep..." I mumbled, and laid back down. I couldn't sleep, however, so I just rested my eyes and listened to Soda's peaceful breathing.
"Rise an shine, Ponyboy." I heard Darryl say, and I woke up. Today, was the day I left for what I consider an Insane Asylum, but Darry said it was just a hospital. I stood up from the bed and looked down at the floor, staring at it. "Pony, have ya packed your bags?" A soft voice asks, and I look up and see Darry looking at me, Soda grabbing my suitcase. "Mm..." I nodded my head yes and walked away to take a shower.
I walked downstairs to see the gang. I feel depressed, and I have anxiety rolling all around inside of me. I whimper softly and hug my bag of personal items next to me. What if they didn't let me have my items? 'I'm ok...' I tell myself. 'No you're not, you're far from ok, worthless brat.' That voice says in my head. 'Shut up!' I scream in my head. "Pony, what's wrong?" Two-Bit asks, and I realize I said that out loud. "Oh, nothing." I smile softly and walk away, towards Steve. "Hey, kid." He sighed, and I open my bag, pulling out a book. "Gone With the Wind. Gee, why would ya give this to me, kid? It's yours." He mumbled and I shook my head. "Gift." I smile, and I hug him. "Pony, it's time to go." I hear Soda say, his voice cracking as he was about to cry. "Bye guys." I softly whisper and I turn around to face them all, waving. I could see Steve letting one tear slide down his face, but instead of consoling him, I turned around, and never looked back.
Steve-
So this is goodbye, huh, Ponyboy? I growled when I got home, my father was gone to God knows where. I grabbed a bottle of beer and threw it all the wall, it shattering into a million pieces and the liquids dripping onto the floor. He was gone. I grabbed a smoke from my pocket, lighting it and placing it upon my lips, breathing in the smoke, then exhaling. "I don't know what to do for once." I muttered after a while, already on my fourth smoke. I heard the door open then slam shut, and I knew my father was home, but I just stayed there.
"What happened here, boy?" He hissed, pointing at the broken shards of glass laying on the floor. "What does it look like?" I growled, standing up. "Don't talk back to me!" He yelled angrily, grabbing my head and slamming it on the wall. I groaned in slight pain and kicked him in his crotch, and he groans in pain, loosening his hold upon me. "You won't tell me what to do, dad." I muttered, and I stumbled back, my vision getting worse than it already was. I felt sick to my stomach, and I clutched it in pain. I heard a laugh behind me as I turned and saw my dad smirking at me. "Not surprising coming from you, Randle, now get out of my house!" He yelled, grabbing a knife. I walked out of there, not really scared of my father. Though I don't really consider him that.
Walking aimlessly around, I searched for a place that would provide a decent amount of comfort. In short terms, I ended up at Buck's place, which obviously had a party going on. Yet again, when does it not? I let myself inside not bothering to knock like some people, and I immediately went to the bar. "Give me the strongest drink ya got." I frowned as a shot of pure vodka was thrown my way. "You call this strong?" I glare, and the guy shrugs. "Take it or leave it, boy." He said, smirking. I growled and downed it in one go. Before I knew it I had around twenty shots of vodka, ten of tequila, and some bartender's choice, which really didn't help at all. I stumbled around and bumped into everyone. Guys glared at me, while the girls giggled and grinded into me when I brushed by them.
"Hey sexy, wanna play?" A girl slurred, grinding into me. She was small and had short brown hair, green eyes, soft tan skin, and she reminded me of a certain little person I knew. She had jeans on with a t-shirt that reminded me of something Pony would wear. I smirked and rubbed her hips, smashing my lips into hers. Honestly my body was screaming yes, but for some reason my mind had different thoughts about the situation. I pushed those thoughts aside though, and led her into a room.
"You don't really want this." She said, pushing me away when I started to kiss her again. "Sure I do." I slurred, pushing her onto the bed, but she pushed me off. "No, Randle. You love someone. I can tell." She said, and she left. God, she reminded me of... Ponyboy... I groaned and got up, wobbling completely out of the house and into the streets. I had to get away from there.
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I had to write that. Next chapter will be, ah screw it, I never know what the next chapter is going to be, I honestly just write it as I go.
Bradyn.
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