The Outsiders Imagines

Sad Dallas Imagine

Dally imagine

You walked into Buck's, where your friend with benefits Dally lives. Buck throws a lot of parties, and had a little bar and pool table. You went to most of the parties, but they were always filled with trashy drunk people. You went upstairs and found Dally in his room, looking through a pile of clothes for a shirt. He looked up and smiled. "Hey babe," he said, smiling. You quickly gave him a hug and smiled.

"What's up?" You asked, playing with a bracelet on your wrist. "I didn't think you would be awake this early."

"Well, I gotta go up to Windrixville and check on Johnny and Ponyboy. I hope they're okay," he explained, putting on a shirt.

"Alright, I'll call you later," you told him, beginning to walk out the door. "Bye."

The next day, you got a call from Darry, one of Dally's friends. Dally had been in a fire, along with Ponyboy and Johnny. Darry said he wasn't too bad, and either was Pony, but Johnny was the one to worry about. You had hung out with Johnny a lot, since Dallas was his best friend, so you automatically panicked. You hung up the phone and rushed right over to the hospital.

Leaving the hospital, you were relived Dally was okay. But Johnny was definitely not going to be. As much as you hated to say it, you had a feeling Johnny would die. You sat on your bed and just cried for a while. After thinking about Johnny, and how much you'd miss him, you wondered what Dally would do once Johnny was gone. You realized Johnny was the thing Dally loved most, maybe the only thing. Sure, he loved all his friends, but not as much as he really loved Johnny. What would he do if Johnny dies? Would he flip out? Kill himself? You sighed and decided to call the hospital.

"Hello, my name y/n, and I was wondering how Johnny Cade is doing?" You asked politely to the woman on the phone.

"Yes, the nurses just checked up on him. He's not doing so well. He freaked out when he was informed his mother was here," the lady explained.

"His mom was there?" You asked, in shock. "I was just there earlier today, I didn't think she'd show...." There was some silence. "Alright, well, do you think he'll make it?"

The woman sighed. "I hate to tell you this, but no. Even if he lives, his back is broken and he'll never be able to walk. Plus, we've learned about his home situation, and there would be no one to take care of him on an everyday basis."

You kept speaking to the lady for a couple minutes, but ended the conversation when you realized the rumble would start soon, and Dally would most likely get himself out of the hospital. So, you darted back down there again, and rushed to Dally's room.

"Hey Dal," you said, walking up to his bed.

"Hi," he said blankly, staring at the ceiling.

"You alright?" You ask, worried. His eyes were blazing and on fire.

"No.... I gotta fight in the rumble tonight. I gotta do it for Johnny, man. He's not gonna be okay," he rambled on. "He's not, I know it."

"Don't say that-"

"You know it's true. He's not gonna be okay."

The next day, you knew Dallas was dead. You even heard the gunshots, and all his friends screaming. By that time though, it was too late to save Dally. You walked to the Curtis house, to see if Dally and Johnny would have a funeral. Ponyboy was super sick, and wouldn't even wake up or eat. Darry said that you could plan the funeral, if you wanted to. He had work and Johnny and Dally's parents didn't care about them. So, you went home and took out a notebook, sobbing. It broke your heart to write "Dally and Johnny's Funeral" at the top of the page. It was too early to start planning, you still couldn't get over the fact that they were actually dead. You pushed the notebook aside and went into bed, still crying your heart out.

"I wanna die, too," you whisper. "I miss them."

And that's what you did.

Or attempted to do, at least. You shot yourself, but it didn't work. You were still alive, with blood dripping everywhere.

"Fuck," you growl, in pain. You reached for the phone to call the hospital. It was strange to think that just yesterday you were there, visiting Johnny and Dally. Just yesterday they were alive. Just yesterday everything was okay.