I thought for sure I was dead.
But I heard myself breathing. I heard the voices of people around me. I heard the word “coma” repeatedly sejak the doctors and nurses. I heard Ponyboy and Two-Bit’s voice.
And then I heard her voice. (Y/N)’s voice. I heard her crying, talking to me. About the gang, her day, reading, whatever. Sometimes softly Singing to herself.
One hari I squeezed her hand, and she was laughing and crying all at the same time.
“I Cinta anda Johnny.” She whispered. “Just wake up.”
I tried so hard to answer her, but no words came out. I wanted to tell her I was ok, I would make it out of this, even though I would be paralyzed, I’d be fine. We’d be fine.
But all I can do now is squeeze her hand.
About a week lalu I was Membaca " The Outsiders " for the millionth time and for the first time had not started to cry but a few pages from the end i burst into tears and took forever to stop. Everytime without fail, I cry when Membaca the book.
And i just thought it was amazing that someone could feel so connected to a character atau characters that they get emotional about what happens to them in books. I feel so emotional when Membaca about Johnnys short un-happy life and think how unfair it was for him. Not wanted atau appreciated sejak his parents and constantly in fear of what his father would do to him were the thoughts coming to him on his death bed. S.E Hinton is an incredible Authour as her characters are so real and vivid in peoples minds. What are your thoughts?
And i just thought it was amazing that someone could feel so connected to a character atau characters that they get emotional about what happens to them in books. I feel so emotional when Membaca about Johnnys short un-happy life and think how unfair it was for him. Not wanted atau appreciated sejak his parents and constantly in fear of what his father would do to him were the thoughts coming to him on his death bed. S.E Hinton is an incredible Authour as her characters are so real and vivid in peoples minds. What are your thoughts?
I had it all ready.
My parents wouldn’t care.
It would be a blessing for me to be gone.
I take a deep breath and take a final look in the mirror. My dark skin. Even darker eyes. The black hair I could never keep back. The scar on my cheek.
I run a hand through my hair, exhale, and open the mirror to see the different bottles of pills glaring at me; tempting me.
It would hurt the least. Less than the blade. But it might take longer. The rope would be quicker.
I reach for a bottle, twist the cap, and pour a few pills in my hand. I take another bottle and do the same.
I take a look at the drugs in my hand. I sigh, tilt my head back, and drop the pills in my mouth.
“JOHNNY!” I heard my drunk mother screech.
I spit the pills back into my hands.
I wouldn’t do this in front of my mother. Even though she was awful, she still is my mom. Im still her son.
My parents wouldn’t care.
It would be a blessing for me to be gone.
I take a deep breath and take a final look in the mirror. My dark skin. Even darker eyes. The black hair I could never keep back. The scar on my cheek.
I run a hand through my hair, exhale, and open the mirror to see the different bottles of pills glaring at me; tempting me.
It would hurt the least. Less than the blade. But it might take longer. The rope would be quicker.
I reach for a bottle, twist the cap, and pour a few pills in my hand. I take another bottle and do the same.
I take a look at the drugs in my hand. I sigh, tilt my head back, and drop the pills in my mouth.
“JOHNNY!” I heard my drunk mother screech.
I spit the pills back into my hands.
I wouldn’t do this in front of my mother. Even though she was awful, she still is my mom. Im still her son.
