The Outsiders Imagines

Dallas Winston

There I was, walking the cold, lonely streets of Tulsa. Flashbacks of the mental institution crowded my mind for hours. I caught myself in a daze more times than I can count but my mind wasn't at ease. Stressed as how I would make it back to my home outside of Tulsa, I wondered to find a place to sleep for the night.

My body crashed into another, breaking me out of my trance. "Hey!" am insulted voice yelled out and turned around. "Hey, you okay? You look kind of off.." he said.

"Get out of my way" I growled.

"Excuse me?"

"I said" I started, grabbing onto his soft sweater, "get. out. of. my. way" I said louder, letting go of him, giving him a small shove.

He and he friends all gave me a 'oh you're gonna get it' look and stepped towards me. "I don't care who you are, you are going to respect me. You bumped into me so you have no reason to give me attitude. You're gonna learn one way or another" the one I shoved threatened.

I rolled my eyes, trying not to show my fear and strutted off.. that is, until a pair of hands yanked my shoulders to the ground. "Guess you won't drop that attitude until we make you" a different voice snarled. In less than a minute, a crowd of guys proceeded to punch and kick me. A warm red liquid became visible in various places. Then, one laid off and said "Alright guys. I think she's had enough. Let's go."

They let me go, but the one that started it leaned over my face. "Watch your mouth and actions when it comes to certain people. You're lucky you're a girl." he said in an annoyed voice.

I glared at him and then did something I instantly regretted.. I spit right in his face. No words were exchanged after that, just abuse. I had given up fighting not long after the first drop of blood was drawn so I just decided to take it like a man.

What seemed like hours went by before I heard a boy's voice. "Hey, this is greaser territory. I suggest you back off before you're the next one on that ground" the deep voice warned.

"That's Dallas Winston. He's been to jail before and I don't think he's afraid of going back. Come on man, let's go" I heard one of the guys on top of me whisper and they all walked away, trying to keep their cool.

I heard the sound of boots hit the sidewalk near me and then I saw the silhouette of a tall figure. "You're not Johnny.." was the first thing he said to me.