Death and Depression

Summary; I was listening to Alan Jackson's song 'Gone Crazy'. This idea just popped up. It's NOT what you think it is.

Darry's POV:

Listening to the twelve 'o' clock bell ring, I shifted once in my bed, then threw off my covers and sat up, running a hand through my hair. Unable to bear the silence, I got up and walked out of my room, into the darkened hallway. Before I knew it, I was at the doorway of the third bedroom of the house-- the bedrrom that so recently had two young boys sleeping there. I could still remember looking in at my kid brothers, Sodapop and Ponyboy, sleeping, making sure they were still there, still with me. Ever since Mom and Dad had died in an auto wreck three years ago, my brothers and I had each other; now... now we didn't even have that. I was alone. Leaning against the doorframe, I gazed at the still-messy sheets, the wrinkled pillows, as if someone would be sleeping in them in a couple minutes. Clothes were still on the floor, both dirty and clean, books were strewn everywhere. Ponyboy's pictures and drawings were still hanging on the walls. Pencils and stacks of paper were still scattered on the table Ponyboy had used as a desk. I hadn't moved any of it. It was if I didn't do anything, to get rid of even the paper, my kid brothers wouldn't be gone... that it wouldn't hurt so much. That I'd never see them again. I pushed off the door and stumbled into the kitchen, turning on the light.

One month ago... one month ago I lost the only family I had left. While driving home on a foggy, rainy night from the diner that Pony worked at, a drunk driver rammed into them. Sodapop was killed immediately... Ponyboy survived long enough for me to get to the hospital. I would always remember the last thing he had said to me while helay dying. I would always be haunted as he closed his eyes and the life left his body.

Sitting at the table, I lit a cigarette and sighed. I had started smoking soon after my brothers died. I realized suddenly that just like a leaf falling from a tree to the ground, my life was rapidly going downhill.

Two-Bit's POV:

"Come on, Two-Bit," I heard my mom say. "Get up." She was trying to get up from the bed by pulling my covers off.

I merely pulled them back on. "Uhhhh... do I have to?" I groaned. Opening my eyes, I galanced at the clock beside my bed. "It's not even ten 'o' clock in the morning yet!"

"You can't sleep the whole day away, Keith Two-Bit Mathews," my mom said. Uh-uh. She said my real name. Now she's serious. "Come on, Two-Bit. Go on down to the Curtis house and have some fun."

"And see Darry's life collapse around him? Not my idea of fun, Mom." I sat up and looked at her. "He's changed. And it's not for the better. I'm actually surprised that he hasn'tbecome a drunk yet."

"Keith!" Mom exclaimed sternly. Now she was shocked.

"It's the truth, Mom. He's working less and less and he's smoking now. He's distant now, and he won't let anyone talk about Sodapop or Ponyboy. He's not the Darry Curtis I've always known."

"I know, sweetie," Mom said, concerned. "But it's got to get better. He can't fight depression his whole life. It'll get better."

"How do you know, Mom?!" I cried miserably. "Depression can sometimes lead to suicide! I've already lost Sodapop and Ponyboy and Dally and Johnny! I can't lose Darry, too!"

A/N; So this is the end of the first chapter! I don't know how long this story is going to be, but Ch. 2 is comin' up! Please R&R, and please no flames! This is my first fanfic, so go easy on me. This story's main character is going to be Darry and the hardships he faces after his brother's deaths.