Feelings

(6)

Dallas

It must have been weird for people to see six Greasers running through the hospital, judging by all of the looks we were getting, but we didn't care. It was natural for us just because we were Greasers and proud of it too.

"PONY!" Darry called at the end of a hallway to where a person was sitting with his hands in his lap. At the sound of his name, the person looked up. It really was Pony. There was something different about him, though. It looked as if his innocence was gone. He has seen too much violence to be innocence anymore. But, still . . . even that didn't make up for the reason for that look in his eye.

Between all of the hugs, tears, smiles and shouts of joy, Pony had remained quiet, just returning a smile every now and again. Pony's and Johnny's embrace was the longest out of all of the others. They were glad to be together. When they released each other, Pony had finally spoken for the first time all night. He even shed a tear. "Johnny, I made things better."

"What?" Johnny looked just as confused as everyone else.

"Your dad isn't going to hurt you anymore and your mom isn't either. Everything is going to be alright now."

"What did you do?"

"I did whatever your dad did to you and when your mom found out, I gave her money I made and she skipped out of town with her things. She was also happy that your dad wasn't going to beat her anymore." When he saw Johnny slightly shaking, he added "There's nothing to worry about. They can't hurt you anymore."

"What happened to my dad?"

"He . . . died." Pony looked down in what looked like sorrow. This night held the most emotion Pony showed all week.

The hallway fell silent. Pony . . . killed someone? This was the most surprising thing ever. Just weeks ago, he could barely kill a fly.

Johnny broke the silence by throwing his arms around Pony, crying in his shirt. Between his hysterical cries, you could faintly hear Johnny thanking Pony.

"You're not mad me?"

"No, of course not. I don't have to worry about my parents anymore. I don't have to be afraid of them anymore."

"Pony, did you really kill him?" Soda asked the question on everyone's mind.

"Not really. He died of his severe injuries, which were caused by me. He's been in the hospital for two day, slowly dying where he lays," Pony said, having a far away look in his eyes. You could still hear the anger for that man in his voice. He squeezed Johnny tighter. "I hope his death was slow and painful for how much he hurt you Johnny. But, even that isn't enough for all of the pain and fear he put you in. It can never be enough. From all of the pain his drunkard ass put you through, I hope that he gets that pain ten-fold over and over again. You never deserved that, Johnny. You deserve so much better. You deserve the best. I love you. You're my best friend." Tears streaked his face and refused to calm down their thunderous rampage as they stormed down his face with every word which was held true in his heart.

This fifteen year old knew a lot more than most. He knew of loyalty and friendship. It's rare to find someone like that anymore. It's a one man for himself, - man eat man, - world.

This seventeen year old in front of me, too, knew of pain and suffering and yet, he still lives everyday with his chin up high when fear lays hidden in his eyes.

These two young Greasers have been through a lot and learned a lot in their years. It may not be visible to the naked and stupid eye, but these boys are the examples of what a Greaser should be - brave, bold, and proud. Even though I will never admit it out loud, but these boys make me proud to be a Greaser. Even having them as my family, means a lot to me. All of these Greasers here in the hospital with me, are my family - the only family that I've ever know or acknowledged to be my family. They are all important to me.

I mentally kicked myself for even thinking like that. Ugh, what are these feelings I have? I've been come too soft and I need to look for a fight or something to harden myself. Damn, what are these idiots doing to me?

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