Outsiders Preferences, Imagines And Headcannons

The Suicide ~ The Gang

Warning: Suicide

I knew I had to, or he'll do it for me. I couldn't live life anymore.

I took another drag on my cigarette, looking at the Curtis house in the distance. I knew I should hurry, for Ponyboy saw me carrying a gun.

I dropped my cigarette and rubbed it with my shoe. I got off the tree and felt the wind blow my short dark hair back.

This is what a girl gets for bein' gay huh? Death. Suicide. Yep. I heard the gang yelling in the house, figured they were thinking Pony was lying.

I chuckled. I know it was sick to laugh has you commit suicide. But I couldn't feel a thing at this point. I loved the gang, that's all I felt.

I took out the cold metal loaded gun. I placed it about an inch above my temple. I soon saw the gang come out and their faces explained all their emotions.

Fear, sad, shocked.

They started running towards me but Dallas stopped them. He knew what I was doing was for the best for me. I almost backed down because of Johnny's praying eyes begging me not to go.

I watched them look away as I pulled the trigger, the world went blurry and I let myself fall to the ground. There was ringing in my ears. I just closed my eyes and let my death do the rest.

I had it, I had what I wanted. To be dead, I regret it a little, but not to the fact that I would scream and freak out until I died. But I knew the gang would miss me a little.

They would forget about me anyways....