(Disclaimer): I don't own The Outsiders
Hi! I thought of this idea last night, so I thought I would start this today. Tell me if you like it,
and if I should continue. Criticism is accepted! Please review, thank you. :)
Everyone was crying.
It felt weird, but they had a reason to be. I had been missing for so long, with no trace, no trail, nothing. They almost gave up on finding me, but the gang didn't. They knew I was alive, no matter how many times people told them to just give up.
I heard about a crazed man killer on the loose near Tulsa, but I only thought it was just a rumor. When the news put out an alert about deaths showing up in Tulsa, things had started changing. Darry had heard about this, and started changing up things. He barely let me out on my own, which wasn't fair. Most times Darry made the gang go out with another person for safety. I thought he went over the edge with this.
I never wanted this to happen. I just went on a simple run, just to let my stress out. Darry made me carry a blade, but I would never use it. It's useless for me; I couldn't hurt somebody with it. I didn't know the man was in Tulsa. I only thought I would be gone for a few hours, then back. But I wasn't. I was gone for days..weeks...months.
The man scared me like no one has ever scared me before. He was crazy; insane. He always did things to me, making me believe I wasn't going to live everyday.
It felt like years while I was gone. I barely got food, if not any at all. I didn't see sunlight for so long, I forgot what the outdoors looked like. I was locked up from life. It felt like hell.
I remember everything that he did to me; torture, pain, everything. Everywhere I look, I'm afraid the man will come out with a gun and shoot me.
I never learned the mans name. The cops keep asking me things, but I can't answer. I don't want to talk about anything that happened, even though it's locked up in my mind. I wish I could forget everything, but I can't. I'm scarred for life.
All this stuff happened only because I went on a stupid run, straight to my almost death.
(Next chapter will be longer, FYI.)