"Move ya greaser!" A harsh voice snapped me out of the dark abyss that I was in. I wasn't in the hospital. I was still dying on the streets. I was still heart broken...I still had holes in my body. I was still without Steve. How did that happen? Just why dammit!?!?
The person that told me to rudely move, stepped over me. I'm sorry I couldn't move. I'm sorry I wanted to die. I'm sorry I'm head over heels for a guy that rejected me. I'm sorry for being me.
Oh god...I don't want to die now...but i do...
I shouldn't of left Steve there...I should've stayed with him...what time is it...Darry must be worried sick...
Who cares about them...I surely don't...stop it...get your thoughts together Soda.
I don't have anything I can use to get ahold of them either. I don't even know where I am. I only see Darkness...
I'm gonna bleed to my death...
"Soda!" A faint voice called out. Footsteps were quickly moving down the street. Who is that? Is it one of the gang? Please just be someone other than the gang...I don't feel like doing this right now...
"Pony, I don't think he's out here." A female voice spoke to what I'm assuming Ponyboy.
"Please Cherry, just a bit farther. I'm scared, please." He begged.
"Fine, but just so you know, we are really far out. It's gonna take like..I don't know..maybe 20 minutes to get back to your house." The older girl sighed, clicking her flats on the sidewalk.
Do I even want to be found? Not like I have a choice in anything..
"Soda!" Pony called out once again, making me wince. I had a headache and my vision wasn't dark anymore, just foggy.
I tried moving, it stung a lot. But ya know...it's stab wounds..why wouldn't it sting...idiot...
I stood up and began walking...more like drunkenly wobbling.
I groaned at my ignorant self and got up, clenching my teeth as if it would stop the pain.
"Sod- soda!" I saw blurry figures in the distance move closer to me. I stumbled, running into a metal pole, not watching where I was going.
Warm arms were wrapped around my waist, helping me stand.
"Oh god, you're drenched and- is that blood?! Cherry, please call Darry, the number is (insert number here) HURRY!!" He shouted. I could feel my heartbeat in my ears.
Boom
boom
boom
boom
boom.
It was racing...I imagined a nice purple corvette racing throughout the streets.
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