Whisper in the Wind

Summary: Ponyboy didn't just loose his parents at ten; he watched every agonizing minute of it. When memories of that might plague him in his dreams, will his brothers save him from his drowning? Or will he be reduced to just a whisper in the wind?

Grades:

Ponyboy is in six grade; he's ten and a half. He was born in 1955.

Darry is graduated; he's 19.

Soda is 16 and dropped out.

Steve is 17 and a Sophmore.

Johnny is a Freshman; 16.

Two-Bit is almost 18; a Sophomore with Steve.

Dally dropped out. He's 17.

Ponyboy's POV

I was drowning. Somewhere in the back of my mind I knew that. I desperately tried to intake a breath, but liquid filled my lungs. I tried to run but I was frozen. I started coughing and I suddenly noticed something important and alarming.

I wasn't drowning in water. I was drowning in blood.

This was it. I was dying. My mind started to get fuzzy and I tried to order myself to stay awake, but I couldn't. I was so tired.

"Ponyboy! It's just a dream," I heard a voice calling to me. It sounded like he was underwater too.

"Pony, it's okay." Soda? Soda was drowning too? Suddenly, Soda's bloody, mangled body appeared next to me in the water.

"It's your fault!" He screamed angrily. His cold hands were wrapped around my neck, choking me. I was gasping for air and trying to get away, but he was too strong. He was gonna kill me...

"Ponyboy?" It was Darry's calm voice breaking through the water. Was he angry at me too?

I sprung straight up in bed, drenched in a cold sweat, shaking, and gasping for any ounce of air I could force into my lungs.

"Your okay," Darry whispered to me, but it wasn't. "It's just a dream."

You don't understand, I thought.

I was there.

OoOoOoO (January 27th, 1965)

It all started so happy and normal. Darry had a date with Lindsey Call and Soda was working late at the DX with Steve, so Mom and Dad decided to take me to the library for a research assignment. By time we left, I had three five-hundred page nonfiction books and The Catcher in the Rye to read for fun.

Mom, Dad, and I were playing I spy as we drove home. It was a short drive, but so much to see. I was grinning widely, craning my neck to see everything.

"I spy with my little eye... Something red," Mom said. I furrowed my eyebrows, looking around for something red.

"Your sweater?" Dad guessed.

"Nope."

"The brick house?" I asked, but reviewed another "nope" from Mom.

"My hair?" I guessed, laughing, unable to find something.

I would never know what she saw that night.

As Dad came up to a green light, a drunk driver blew his red one. There was a crash, a screeching metal-on-metal crunch, and then everything became fuzzy and seemed to be happening in slow motion. I thought I might have heard a scream, but I couldn't be sure.

I was awake the entire agonizing time.

Mom had died instantly, and they pronounced Dad dead on arrival at the hospital. But me?

I was in a coma for a week. I had a concussion, a broken arm, six broken ribs that had almost punctured my right lung, severe blood loss, numerous cuts and bruises...

I had to live the rest of my loving wishing I was dead and knowing that I deserved it.

A/N: I'm back with my first multi-chapter fic! Please review! Continue?

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