You.

Remembering.

When I wake up again I'm greeted by Pony. I don't know why he didn't just go home but we're on the couch, he's actually awake this time.

"Good morning sleeping beauty." He whispers and I smile as he kisses my forehead.

"Good morning to yourself." I whisper back as I stretch out a little.

"How'd you sleep?" He asks and I shrug.

"I don't know, everything's kinda fuzzy." I admit and his smile drops a little.

"What do you remember?" He asks and I try to strain my memory.

"I remember waking up from a nightmare and everything after that is fuzzy." I tell him and he sighs.

"Alright. I thought I was going to have to explain what happened." He says and I laugh a little. He buries his face in my neck and I smile.

All of a sudden I start hearing raindrops falling on the roof and I look over to the window and see lightning flash.

"How long has it been raining?" I ask and he shrugs.

"A couple hours." He tells me and I sit up.

"You didn't wake me up?" I question and he laughs. I stand up and walk over to the window. I let my big shirt fall around me as I watch another lightning flash and listen to a rumble of thunder. I just stand there in silence, just enjoying the small storm.

I feel Pony's presence next to me and I smile as he kisses my head.

"Isn't it amazing?" I question quietly.

"I don't see it the way you see it." He admits and I smile.

"It's just water falling from the sky and electricity in the clouds with this ginormous rumbling noise.. It's amazing.." I explain and he smiles as I turn around.

"Do you get it now?" I ask and he glances out the window and nods.

"It's really amazing.." He says quietly and I smile. He wraps his arms around my waist and I wrap my arms around his neck.

"I'm so glad I get to spend this Saturday with you.." He mumbles as he kisses me.

"Mmmmm.. Do you have homework?" I ask and he laughs.

"Can you be my girlfriend and not my tutor for a second?" He questions and I shake my head.

"Do you have homework?" I ask again and he rolls his eyes.

"Yes." He finally answers. Dylan walks into the living room and smiles slightly.

"Hey you have an appointment with Doctor Fulton at three." He tells me.

"No I don't?" It almost sounds like a question and he gives me a confused look.

"Yeah you do. You wanted me to make an appointment last night and I did." He explains but I just stare at him like a deer in the headlights.

"I don't remember anything after waking up last night." I tell him and he pinches his nose and mumbles something.

"I asked you if you wanted an appointment with Doctor Fulton and I got you one so you're going at three with me and Pony." He explains again slowly and I look at Pony.

"You're going?" I ask him and he nods.

"No, I don't want you to go." I say and he looks hurt.

"What do you mean?" He asks and I sigh.

"I mean that I don't want you to go." I say.

"That's not a good reason." He retorts and I shake my head.

"I already told Darry I was going so I have to because everyone's at work and I don't have a key." He tells me and throw my hands up in defeat.

"Fine." I snap.

-three-

I sit in Doctor Fulton's office with Pony and Dylan on both sides of me. I shake my leg, nervous for what the doctor might say.

"Annabelle Wilson how are you?" He asks and I nod.

"I'm okay, thanks." I tell him politely and he looks at his clipboard.

"How's your PTSD treating you?" He jokes and I cringe. Pony looks at me and then looks at Doctor Fulton.

"What's PTSD?" He asks and I stare at Dylan.

"Post-traumatic stress disorder." He answers and I shake my head as Pony stares at me.

"So I understand that you're having nightmares?" He questions and I nod.

"They've been getting worse." Dylan answers for me. He writes something down on his clipboard and then looks at me, then back down at his clipboard.

"Well I think that it is your PTSD that is giving you the nightmares but I'm going to make sure. We're going to put you to sleep and we're going to say phrases that might stir up dreams." He explains and in an hour I'm asleep.

-Ponyboy's POV-

I watch her as she sleeps. She has cords attached to her head and her chest to track her brain activity, heart rate and breathing.

She never told me that she had PTSD. Why couldn't she tell me that?

"Jail. Alcohol. Drugs." Doctor Fulton starts saying some phrases but their not causing any emotion, at least I can't tell. He tries at least thirty different phrases until he glances at me.

"Cheating. Dying. Ponyboy Curtis." He starts listing and her hand slightly twitches. Her heart rate and breathing speed up as he starts listing more phrases.

"Alone. Suicide. Depressed." He lists and she moves her head. Her heart speeds up more as she goes more into her dream.

"Montana. Grandparents. Court." He lists and that was enough to set her off.

She sits up and starts screaming. She rips the cords off her head and chest and buries her head in her hands.

"It's her anxiety and PTSD." Doctor Fulton mumbles and I stare at her. She stands up and hugs me tight.

"It's okay.." I whisper as I kiss her head.

She's so beautiful but I never would have guessed that her mind wasn't.