The Outsiders Preferences and Imagines

♕ Curtis Sister ♕

Last night was a blurry haze, clouding up my thought process. Maybe I actually couldn't remember, or maybe.... I just didn't want to remember. I did the exact same thing when mom and dad passed away. I blocked out everyone and everything, but one person helped me threw it. Dallas.

I laid on my hard bed, staring up at the ceiling. My body ached and my hands were bloody, but I tried my best to block the pain out. It was nothing I hadn't suffered threw before. I didn't need to be a pansy right now. I needed to be strong, for everyone else's sake.

"Y/n?"

I turned my head slightly, seeing Darry looking down at me, a sad expression set in his eye. The look was familiar, it was the same look he had on his face when he told me that mom and dad had died in an auto wreck.

"What happened Dar?" I rasped, tears threatening to spill from my eyes. I'm only a kid, how come I'm burdened with suffering? How come Darry, Soda, Pony, Two-bit, Steve, Dallas, Johnny, and I were forced into having to deal with troubling events. Bah, it was the pleasure of being a Greaser, not a Southside Soc, that granted me this horrible nightmare of a life.

"Johnny passed away last night," he started, a tear running down his cheek. "Then Dally... he went off the deep end. The police shot him. Y/n, how come you don't remember? You were the one who tried to save Dally. Almost got yourself killed in the process."

I stayed silent, feeling an ache in my chest. Poor Johnnycakes, he was too young. Too full of life. Just because of those stupid Socs he's dead. And Dallas, oh Dallas. He was the one boy I thought I could trust in this cold world. He left me behind, not caring about anyone other than himself. But what else should I have expected from Dallas Winston?

"Are you going to be okay Y/n?"

"No, Dar, I'm not going to be alright," I mumbled, tears slipping and sliding down my cheeks. I attempted to run my hand threw my hair, but found it matted and tangled with crusty blood. Probably Dallas's blood by the sounds of it.

"We couldn't have saved either of them. Johnny would have had a terrible life if he had lived, and Dal would have ended up dead anyways. Deep down we know this. Even if we don't want to admit it," Darry explained, patting my hand gently. Maybe he was right, but maybe it could have been prevented. If I had went with Ponyboy and Johnny to the park, I could have stood up for them and gave those Socs a piece of my mind. But Dal was a lost cause right from the beginning.

When Dal had first come to Tulsa, I had been about eleven. All the kids in our class thought he was terrifying, but I thought he was the most interesting boy I had ever met. He would tell me stories about New York and the things he had seen. I had never left Tulsa before, other than going about twenty minutes out of town, so hearing about his adventures amazed me. Next thing I knew, we were best friends. He would protect me from the bullies and in return I would give him something he had never truly experienced; a family. He was always at my house, playing with the gang, and talking with my parents. No matter what happened in our crazy lives, when the day was done, he would always be my best friend. Now, I had no best friend, and unfortunately neither does Pony.

"How's Pony been?" I asked, trying to drag my mind away from Dallas Winston.

"He's been okay, I suppose. Now, you've had a rough night, maybe you should try and get some more sleep," Darry suggested, standing up from the bed.

"Alright, Darry. Tell the boys I love them," I murmured, closing my eyes. I didn't want anyone dying when I was asleep with out knowing how much I appreciate them.

"Will do, Y/n," he whispered. I could almost here the tears in his voice as I began to dream about a world without Dallas Winston and Johnny Cade.