Is She A Winston?? (Sequel to DWBS)

Chapter 1: Can't Breathe, Can't Tell...

I look out of my big window, and I watch as the water droplets slowly run down the glass of the window, and slowly disappear from my sight. It's been five years since I have seen anyone from the gang. I may have been only eight, but I do remember them. Even if I... I shake my head, and try to not think about it hard.

A knock on my door brings me out of my thoughts. Mom, I think to myself. She quietly enters my room, "Hey sweetie," she starts, "I made you breakfast," she puts my breakfast onto my nightstand and she asks, "how are you?" at the end.

I just give her a weak smile. I haven't felt happy ever since she took me away from my family. I haven't talked, or eaten as much as I should since she took me away from them...  I miss Dally, and everyone from the gang.  I miss Johnny, and AC too...

I gave my mom a nod of acknowledgement, and turned my head back to the window, "Honey... why won't you talk to me?" She asked me as she sits by me on the windowsill.

I clench my jaw, why won't I talk to you? Hmm... let's see... you took me away from my family, and everyone I love. You took me away from my brother that has been taking care of me since you put me up for adoption... and you think eight years without you, I would want you? I thought sarcastically. Am I harsh... possibly, but I have a reason to be. Why would she kidnap me? She could have just come by the Curtis' house and see me there. She didn't have to kidnap me, nor put me and my family in pain, all because she wanted me back... that's the reason why she kidnapped me... right?

"Baby?" She asked me, as she slowly started to rub my back ever so gently yet lovingly... yeah.. ok, I don't necessarily hate her... do I? I don't know, I'm just upset... it's close to marking 5 years since I've seen the gang. I miss them... I wonder if they forgot about me. They probably did. I am a waste of space. I am just a girl... I am just a mistake that shouldn't be here... why would they care for me?  I was just an extra mouth to feed.

Without saying anything to my mom, I run out of my room, and out of the house. I feel like I can't breathe. My lungs feel like fire is coming inside, not oxygen.  Tears start streaming down my face like a river with a strong current. I turn to see where I am, and only see blurriness. I quickly wipe the tears out of my eyes, but more keep streaming down. I feel like my eyes are like broken pipes. Out of frustration I yell, and punch the nearest tree on my left. I cry out in pain, and lay there.

I slowly slide down the tree closest to me, and hug my knees to my chest. I'm in just a t-shirt, and some ripped skinny jeans, I shouldn't be out here for long. I'll go back in an hour, I thought to myself.

Right now I see trees among trees every wherever I turn. Shit! I thought to myself, I hope I don't get lost. Who knows whose out here... oh did I mention that my mom is a soc? Yeah... everyone knows I come from the greaser side... and no one likes me...well... except for Bob, and Randy. Last time I ran out of the house I got jumped by David...  Bob helped (more like rescued) me, but then again Bob and I started getting closer when I "moved" here. He's been helpful since he's sort of like the boss here. Wait... speaking of Bob... where is he?

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I wake up, and the first thing I do is look up at the sky and I notice that  it is getting dark, how long have I been out here? How long have I been wallowing myself in my thoughts? How long did I fall asleep for? I question myself. I get up off the ground, and quickly leave the woods and try to head back home... I head onto the paved road and turn left and then right... was it this way?... maybe that way... aah fluff... how the crud to I get back home? I slowly start walking down the left side with my hands in my jean pockets...

Suddenly I see two beams of light shining in my face... my last thought was, I am screwed...