~~And Then There Were None~~
The day was just beginning as the light rays of the sun poured into the hotel room. Ponyboy grumbled and opened his eyes slightly, but quickly closed them again as the radiance attacked his optical nerves. He looked to the right of him and soon realized that Soda wasn't there. He suddenly felt unsafe. He needed Soda's protective arm around him, needed him to chase away the demons. Standing up, he immediately noticed the smell of the indoor pool and he felt a little more comfortable. He felt more closed in, a little safer with the closeness of it. He laughed at himself. He was being silly.
The door opened. The person that entered was familiar, yet a stranger. It was Soda, but he was different. His eyes, though the same as yesterday, were glazed and strange. He walked to the bathroom with a hungry look in his eyes, as a man in the desert looking for water may have been. Ponyboy was about to question him, but knew better as Soda shot him a dangerous look. The bathroom door slammed shut and Pony could hear the water turn on.
The police officer called a few minutes later. Pony answered the phone and he quickly noticed the stern note in this official's voice. He gave him directions to the police station where Soda needed to go, where Soda needed to be to sign the papers that would make him the legal guardian of Ponyboy.
He got up and let the slightly bloodied bathwater run off his pale body. Soda walked outside the bathroom, making sure everything in it was cleaned off and there was no trace of blood, then sat beside Ponyboy on the cold hotel bed. After looking at Pony for a while, he finally asked in a cold and cruel voice, who called. Pony explained and sent Soda down to the police department. With him gone, Pony was now alone. He smiled to himself, he had never been completely happy, he had always been alone. Now he was even more alone, now he was the odd one out, the one who would be pitied and cried for because so much tragedy had happened in his life. He couldn't take it. His mind swam and he lay down on the bed. He didn't even realize he was tired, but he fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow. His dream had come back, as it had on so many nights since Dally and Johnny died.
He stepped into the pool. It was thick and gooey, but also red, the color of his favorite stone, the ruby. A hand stuck out from beneath the mass, he reached out to it and it was cold as ice, cold as death. He stepped farther into the pool and his foot stepped on something squishy. Yellowish pus came to the top of the pool; followed by what his foot had impacted. A brown eye was halfway torn apart, the pus oozing out of it. Ponyboy reached for this liquid and grabbed a handful of it. It burned his hand and was thick between his fingers. He cleaned his hand off in the dirty water, the water that is there for every person in his situation. He started to swim to the other side of this never-ending pool. At each kick, he pushed up some mutilated body. Some bodies had giant holes in their heads, or their entire jaw blown off, some had rope burns on their neck from a noose, some were foaming at the mouth from too many pills. Many of them stayed at the bottom, where they had drowned themselves, but most had the telltale knife slice on each wrist. He swam harder and harder, hoping to get to the other side, but he never made it.
He woke up suddenly, sweating and panting. He saw that the light of the bathroom door was on and he knew that Soda was back. Pony rolled himself out of bed, the horrible images from his dream still playing parties in his mind. He could see the cut marks on the bodies, the slices, and the pool where he knew he would end up. All those people were alone, but he didn't want to be. He knew he would go to the pool, the pool where all those who do that to themselves go, but he didn't want to be alone. He sat on his knees on the floor and looked between the mattresses. His hand groped for the blade that Two-Bit had given him. The long, sharp, deadly blade.
He headed for the bathroom and felt for the handle. To his surprise, it wasn't locked. He opened the door and found Soda lying in his own little pool of blood. He sighed in relief as he saw Soda's chest slowly rise up and down, indicating he was still alive. He grabbed his blade tighter, and waited for Soda to open his eyes.
He did. Soda opened those glazed eyes of his, and before he could say anything, Ponyboy Curtis plunged the blade into Soda's chest. Pony twisted the blade and turned it, making more blood spurt out from the wound. Soda tried to yell out but Pony quickly covered his mouth. Pony took out the knife and shoved his hand inside the knife wound. His small fingers were slowly covered with the red. The red liquid, he needed it. He didn't want it anymore, he needed it desperately. He took his own hand out and shoved the bloody appendage into his mouth, lapping up the blood.
He looked at the bathtub. It was filled to the top with blood. Just like that pool were they all go. Those victims of others and themselves. He looked at Soda and knew he was dead. Pony gently got into the tub with Soda and made himself as comfortable as could be. He took the blade in his right hand, and his brother's arm in his left. He took the blade and sliced his own neck. He grew weak and couldn't breathe. He plunged down into the bottom of the pool and slowly drowned.
Somewhere far away another girl had the dream about the pool of blood. But this time, two new people were added. A tall boy floated to the top, his heart ripped out and a smaller boy she pulled up with her feet, knowing he had drowned. The nest day that girl went into her own bathtub and killed herself. The pool of blood is constantly being filled up, and it always will be ready for another poor, lost, suicidal soul that it can misguide.
~~Ok, all done. If you don't understand what "the pool" is exactly then email me at [email protected], and I will explain. Please read and review and I hope you liked.
The day was just beginning as the light rays of the sun poured into the hotel room. Ponyboy grumbled and opened his eyes slightly, but quickly closed them again as the radiance attacked his optical nerves. He looked to the right of him and soon realized that Soda wasn't there. He suddenly felt unsafe. He needed Soda's protective arm around him, needed him to chase away the demons. Standing up, he immediately noticed the smell of the indoor pool and he felt a little more comfortable. He felt more closed in, a little safer with the closeness of it. He laughed at himself. He was being silly.
The door opened. The person that entered was familiar, yet a stranger. It was Soda, but he was different. His eyes, though the same as yesterday, were glazed and strange. He walked to the bathroom with a hungry look in his eyes, as a man in the desert looking for water may have been. Ponyboy was about to question him, but knew better as Soda shot him a dangerous look. The bathroom door slammed shut and Pony could hear the water turn on.
The police officer called a few minutes later. Pony answered the phone and he quickly noticed the stern note in this official's voice. He gave him directions to the police station where Soda needed to go, where Soda needed to be to sign the papers that would make him the legal guardian of Ponyboy.
He got up and let the slightly bloodied bathwater run off his pale body. Soda walked outside the bathroom, making sure everything in it was cleaned off and there was no trace of blood, then sat beside Ponyboy on the cold hotel bed. After looking at Pony for a while, he finally asked in a cold and cruel voice, who called. Pony explained and sent Soda down to the police department. With him gone, Pony was now alone. He smiled to himself, he had never been completely happy, he had always been alone. Now he was even more alone, now he was the odd one out, the one who would be pitied and cried for because so much tragedy had happened in his life. He couldn't take it. His mind swam and he lay down on the bed. He didn't even realize he was tired, but he fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow. His dream had come back, as it had on so many nights since Dally and Johnny died.
He stepped into the pool. It was thick and gooey, but also red, the color of his favorite stone, the ruby. A hand stuck out from beneath the mass, he reached out to it and it was cold as ice, cold as death. He stepped farther into the pool and his foot stepped on something squishy. Yellowish pus came to the top of the pool; followed by what his foot had impacted. A brown eye was halfway torn apart, the pus oozing out of it. Ponyboy reached for this liquid and grabbed a handful of it. It burned his hand and was thick between his fingers. He cleaned his hand off in the dirty water, the water that is there for every person in his situation. He started to swim to the other side of this never-ending pool. At each kick, he pushed up some mutilated body. Some bodies had giant holes in their heads, or their entire jaw blown off, some had rope burns on their neck from a noose, some were foaming at the mouth from too many pills. Many of them stayed at the bottom, where they had drowned themselves, but most had the telltale knife slice on each wrist. He swam harder and harder, hoping to get to the other side, but he never made it.
He woke up suddenly, sweating and panting. He saw that the light of the bathroom door was on and he knew that Soda was back. Pony rolled himself out of bed, the horrible images from his dream still playing parties in his mind. He could see the cut marks on the bodies, the slices, and the pool where he knew he would end up. All those people were alone, but he didn't want to be. He knew he would go to the pool, the pool where all those who do that to themselves go, but he didn't want to be alone. He sat on his knees on the floor and looked between the mattresses. His hand groped for the blade that Two-Bit had given him. The long, sharp, deadly blade.
He headed for the bathroom and felt for the handle. To his surprise, it wasn't locked. He opened the door and found Soda lying in his own little pool of blood. He sighed in relief as he saw Soda's chest slowly rise up and down, indicating he was still alive. He grabbed his blade tighter, and waited for Soda to open his eyes.
He did. Soda opened those glazed eyes of his, and before he could say anything, Ponyboy Curtis plunged the blade into Soda's chest. Pony twisted the blade and turned it, making more blood spurt out from the wound. Soda tried to yell out but Pony quickly covered his mouth. Pony took out the knife and shoved his hand inside the knife wound. His small fingers were slowly covered with the red. The red liquid, he needed it. He didn't want it anymore, he needed it desperately. He took his own hand out and shoved the bloody appendage into his mouth, lapping up the blood.
He looked at the bathtub. It was filled to the top with blood. Just like that pool were they all go. Those victims of others and themselves. He looked at Soda and knew he was dead. Pony gently got into the tub with Soda and made himself as comfortable as could be. He took the blade in his right hand, and his brother's arm in his left. He took the blade and sliced his own neck. He grew weak and couldn't breathe. He plunged down into the bottom of the pool and slowly drowned.
Somewhere far away another girl had the dream about the pool of blood. But this time, two new people were added. A tall boy floated to the top, his heart ripped out and a smaller boy she pulled up with her feet, knowing he had drowned. The nest day that girl went into her own bathtub and killed herself. The pool of blood is constantly being filled up, and it always will be ready for another poor, lost, suicidal soul that it can misguide.
~~Ok, all done. If you don't understand what "the pool" is exactly then email me at [email protected], and I will explain. Please read and review and I hope you liked.