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Once upon a time... hell, as if my story begins as a fairytale. I'm Y/N and I used to be greaser in the mid-60s. Just by the sound of it, it sounds a little menacing. That's probably because of the bad rep we all have. Not many of us have nice things, nice clothing, or even that nice of parents or families. It might not be all that great of a situation, but all the Greaser kids have each other's backs. Except for the Greasers that become dangerous hoods that all the parents warn their kids about. I was a greaser. And it was pretty nice. At least it was until sweet Johnny Cade and his buddy, Dallas Winston died... then it all went to hell. Johnny and I were really close, we were going steady right up until he died. He was a good boyfriend, sometimes when we'd be staying up late in the lot together, he'd say things like "Someday, I'll get us both outta here so we can live our lives without greasers or socs"
And I always believed him. Johnny was never the type to break a promise. Only this was the one promise he could never keep. It all started with the socs, they tried jumping Johnny and Ponyboy Curtis, the youngest in our group. Johnny killed the boy that tried drowning Ponyboy. They hid and somehow, Johnny was burned alive. He died a day later.
When you hear that your (young) boyfriend's died, it's like you can't breathe. Your world comes crashing and burning down to the ground. It's a pain I wouldn't wish on anyone. Sometimes, late at night, I wake up remembering Johnny with tears stinging my eyes. And then things got sourer from there, when I learnt I was having Johnny's baby.
When our son, Patrick John Cade was born, I made a promise to the small baby boy that I would protect and love him the way his grandparents never loved Johnny.
But life goes on, things get better. Life's an exciting rollercoaster that brings you from one adventure to another. And my life as a Greaser, and now a single middle class mother, got better, dreadful, and then better again. It might seem rough for you, where the world's just beating down on your damaged body and soul, where you want to cry out to the universe 'why me?!', but you have to remember, we all have it bad somehow. Whether we have to keep terrible secrets, or we don't get to be raised and loved the way a child should. It all gets better. Things might seem horrible and dark and that there won't be light at the end of your tunnel... but trust me, there is. And always will be. Because once you reach a time in your life where you're happy, you'll reflect on the times where you were in the dumps and be proud of how far you've come. Life is beautiful and we only have one-shot at it, so don't let yourself be brought down by whatever Hell life has brought you, use it as a time to learn, to become a stronger person. It all gets better eventually, trust me.
