The Outsiders Imagines And Preferences

Johnny Imagine

You were trudging back home after a long day of school. Though you were a greaser, you were quite popular with everyone. For some reason everyone came to you with their problems, and you did your best to try and help them. But today was one of those days where you were just physically, mentally, and emotionally spent.

Stumbling in front of your house, you heard your ma yelling. You didn't know at who, or what, but you didn't want to find out, either. Your ma was an angry drunk. She didn't drink often, mind you, but when she did, someone always got hurt. You had learned by now to keep your distance.

Sighing, you pulled your old leather jacket tighter around you and turned around, heading towards the lot. With a pang in your heart, you remembered how you first discovered the lot.

It was a cold November night, and your ma was piss-drunk again. It was right after you lost your dad in a horrible work accident, and your mom was drunk as often as she could be. She had just finished hollerin at you and beatin you and was passed out cold on the floor. You quickly ran out of your house, no shoes, no jacket, only in your tank top and shorts. The wind was whipping your hair around as you ran. Eventually, you collapsed in a field, your tears falling freely into the grass you were clutching at, as if it would support you. You were doubled over, gagging and hiccuping from all the tears, when you felt a gentle hand on your back. You nearly jumped outta your skin! You turned and saw a boy with dark skin and long, shaggy hair that fell into his coal black eyes looking at you with a great deal of concern.

"Are you alright?" He asked, his voice soft and low. You sniffled and turned away, nodding.

"I'm okay." You whispered before another wave of tears overcame you.