Staying Gold: Forever Gold

Chapter 20

 

~* As you read this listen to My Immortal by: Evanescence. I promise you will cry (or cry even more) if you do. I'm listening to it while I write this chapter and I'm sobbing! Ok, enjoy! *~

*Kyrie's P.O.V*

3 Days Later :'(

"C'mon Kyrie we don't want to be late.", Dallas came up to get me.

"I don't want to go.", I said looking out a window.

"Why, you have to for Pony?", he asked.

"I just don't think I can make it.", I answered.

"Did you take your medicine that Darry got you last night for daily anxiety?", he asked. I just simply nodded. Dallas came and sat beside me.

"Listen kid, I didn't want to lose him either. No one did. But, you can't stop living because you lose someone.", Dally said.

"It's not like I lost someone. I lost my first love, my everything, my comfortor, my therapist, shoulder to cry on, my hope.", I replied. "You know what, I'll just go to the funeral, screw it"

I went into the living room and everyone was dressed in all black. The boys clean up well, the occaison is just so upsetting.

"You look pretty, Ky.", Two-Bit complimented.

"Thanks, you boys do, too.", I replied. They sighed and we got inside of Darry's truck. It took a few minutes until we arrived at the funeral home. Every greaser on the north side of Tulsa was there.

"Wow, greasers sure care about one another.", I said. I got out of the truck and walked inside.

"Oh honey, we're so sorry for your lose.", some greaser broad said. Buck walked up and threw his arm around her shoulder. I nodded and gave her a slight smile.

I made my way over to his coffin and sighed.

"Well, Pone, this is my last time seeing you. Gosh, I can't believe you're gone. Ponyboy, I have and always will love you.", I sobbed.

"Kyrie.", I heard someone called. I turned and saw Ponyboy.

"Pony.", I whispered. I took off running towards him and hugged him.

"Uh, Kyrie, what are you doing?", Two-Bit asked. I realized I was hugging Two-Bit instead.

"Two-Bit, I'm sorry. I'm hallucinating.", I apoligized.

"It's ok, kid.", he replied. While walking around, I bumbed into someone.

"Hey, you're Kyrie.", they said. I looked up and it was Wayne.

"And you're Wayne.", I replied.

"I'm awful sorry this happened.", he sent condolences.

"It's alright. There was nothing we could do about it anyways.", I said.

"If you want, you can come hang over at my place.", he suggested.

"No! Ok, if you think I can get over someone that fast you're crazy!", I yelled. I ran out of the funeral home.

"Kyrie, what are you doing?", Soda asked. I was on the porch of the funeral home and saw he was on the porch swing.

"I can't take it, Soda, I just can't. Why did it have to be him? Huh? Why him?", I vented. Soda stood up and walked towards me. He pulled me into a hug.

"It's ok Kyrie, you have the gang. We're helping each other.", he comforted.

Three hours later and the funeral was over. It was beautiful, but way too soon. He didn't deserve to die. He was too young, all he ever wanted to do was do good in the world.