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c h a p t e r 18

noctuary -
the record of a single night's events, thoughts, or dreams

i woke up in the middle of the night sweating and breathing heavily. i had a bad dream and it scared the living day lights out of me. i sat up and started wiping the sweat off of my head. i looked around and the room was dark.

i laid back down and stared up at the ceiling. i thought about what i had gone through and in points during it, i don't understand how i stayed alive.

the doctors had told me i had two broken ribs, a scar on my neck that would be there for the rest of my life, and cuts and bruises on my body that would be there for about a month. i was lucky there was no severe damage.

then i thought about how officer dinge said my mother and uncle were going to jail, which meant i was going to have to go to court, possibly even the gang as well.

i still don't understand how i got so lucky to find guys like them. i could of still had no friends, like how it was in california, or i could of found other people to be friends with. but i was so lucky one night, for two-bit to come find me sitting at the park and we had started talking.

everyone needed people like them. you needed darry because he cared so much for people and wanted them to always be okay. you needed steve because he would be there to protect you, even if you didn't ask. you needed two-bit because he could make you laugh even in the hardest times.

you needed johnny because he was a softie, everyone needs a softie. you needed sodapop because he would always give you a hug when needed. you needed dallas becuase he was tough and everyone had to go through him first to get to you.

and you needed pony, well there were too many reasons for that. he was smart and could help you with homework, there was times he could stick up for you and be really tough and other times he was a softie. everyone needed a ponyboy in their life in my opinion.

my head started going back to what happened earlier and i felt my cheeks burn up. soon my eyelids got heavy and i drifted off into a deep sleep.

i woke up to a nurse slightly shaking me. i opened my eyes slowly. "hi bella. i just wanted to let you know, in a week you will be let out of the hospital. the doctors want you resting a little more." she told me as she set down an apple juice on the table next to me. i nodded my head and gave her a slight smile.

right before she walked out she said, "oh and you have a new visitor here." she told me i sat up and waited for them to walk in. then appeared randy. "randy?" i questioned.

"yup. it's me" he said scratching the back of his neck. "why are you here? and how do you know i'm here?" i asked. "word gets around fast." he told me and handed me the newspaper. it showed each a singular picture of me and the gang, explaining what happened and a little bit of our backgrounds.

"hm, i would have never expected this." i told him setting down the paper and giving him a slight smile. "yeah well i just wanted to stop by and see if you're doing alright." he told me as he got up and walked out.

i was surprised as to what just happened. a soc just came to see if a greaser was okay. never expected that in a million years. i went back to looking at the paper and reading about all of us. then i saw me and read my part.

"bella frey has returned back from being almost killed in an abandoned church by a family member. officers saying her mother sent the family member to go after her after she ran away. she lost her dad, back when she lived in california only being 13 years old. a little while later after moving here, her mother became an alcoholic and druggie. many people have described her as a tough and outgoing girl. 'she doesn't let anything get in her way.' as dallas winston told one of the officers." i smiled and set the paper down on the table.

i was tough. i knew i was going to get through all of this. 90 percent on my own and 10 percent with my new family.