My eyes open, instantly blinded with the sunlight that was out now. I close my eyes tightly, letting out a groan before opening them again.

I reach a hand up slowly and pull the dirty tag out of my mouth, instantly being able to breath better. I toss it beside me and cough loudly, still tasting oil and gasoline on my tongue.

Slowly, I sit up slightly, leaning back on my elbows and look around. I was still outside, on the sidewalk covered in my own puke.

The smell hit me not even a second later and I gag, lifting a hand and covering my nose and mouth. The pain set back in and I whine, laying back down and looking at the sky.

My stomach churned again and slowly my head starts to throb more and more, the pain increasing. The breeze blew and it made me cold, it was already cold out to begin with but the breeze made it worse.

My sides hurt and it felt like I was still being kicked and hit, even though no one was hitting me at the moment. Groaning in pain quietly, I sit up again and slowly pull myself up to my feet, swaying slightly side to side.

My vision spun and my stomach lurches violently. I cough loudly and grip my stomach tightly, taking a small step forward.

I trip and fall forward, catching myself with my hands, scraping my palms on the cement. Hissing in pain, I pick myself up again to see a small amount of blood staining the cement.

My palms now ached and they were bloody, bits of rock stuck in my skin. I wipe my hands on my jeans and stick my hands in my pockets, completely grossed out that I managed to fall asleep in my own vomit.

I felt gross and sticky, my hair stuck to my forehead from sweat, making the smell that was already bad much, much worse. Slowly, I stumble down the sidewalk and look out for Socs, not wanting to experience last night all over again.

My body felt heavy and I wanted to pass out again but I fought off the sleep and nausea. I needed to get to the Curtis house and fast before the Socs came back.

I started to shake a lot and my breath quickens, shortening out with every passing second. My stomach churns and I groan quietly, stopping in my tracks and just stand there, swaying.

I felt hot and the jacket wasn't helping any but I wasn't going to take it off. Sweat beaded my forehead and I felt it slide down my face, dripping to the cement with a dull dripping noise.

My breaths were short and I cough again, feeling bile rise in my throat again. I start to dry heave, hoping to just get this done and over with quickly.

Finally after standing there for a minute, my stomach churns again and I throw up, coughing and breathing heavily. I wipe my mouth off with my jacket sleeve and groan quietly seeing throw up coating my Converse, soaking through the top fabric.

"Damn it all," I mumble under my breath.

My breath evens out slowly and I start walking again, the sound of sloshing was the only thing heard besides my breathing. It seems to only be early morning, most of the town still asleep except for those who work early.

Soda and Darry would be leaving for work soon, leaving Ponyboy home by himself. Two-Bit usually stops by to check on him and sometimes, meaning rarely, he helped clean the house up a bit.

Dally was in jail again, he got caught stealing from the convenient store down on Main Street. He was always doing stuff like that, stopping by the Curtis house every once in a while.

Steve works with Soda at the DX station by the school, it usually being crowded with girls that came to see Soda. It never bothered him any but sometimes it did get overwhelming with everyone being there.

I continue to stumble and sway over on the way to the Curtis house, almost falling over again. My balance wasn't the best at the moment but it never was to begin with.

I was always a clutz, tripping over anything and everything, even air. School was hard because of that, always getting knocked over in the hall, being tripped or shoved.

I was about a block away now, my breathing was heavy and my vision spun more with every passing second. I was afraid that I was going to trip and break something or the Socs would find me again.

Making my way down the street, I make a left and continue walking knowing that I was in Greaser territory and that I was for the most part safe. The houses looked dirty and a few of the houses had a car out front, probably being worked on.

Stopping again, I groan in pain quietly as my side ached more and my stomach churns. Slowly, I lift up the side of my jacket and my shirt to see a dark purple bruise with some blue mixed in.

I let my shirt and jacket slip from my grasp and continue walking again, knowing that with every step I'm getting closer to help and safety. I hear a car engine and tense up slightly but continue to walk down the street.

Panic arises in my body but I relax when I see the car go past, ignoring the fact that I was even there. Sighing softly, I try to walk faster, not wanting to be outside anymore.

At the end of the street, I lean against the street light and take a deep breath, my side aching with every breath. I didn't want to keep walking, I wanted to stop and just hope for one of the gang to find me.

"Come on, your so close," I think to myself, encouraging myself to keep moving.

I really was close now, I saw the house in the distance, only maybe a few hundred feet away. I trip again, falling face first into the cement and slamming into it, my hand out in front of me.

My ankle stings and I knew I twisted it, my luck is obviously not good today. My eyes close tightly and I hope for the best at this point.

My hands didn't save me this time and I hit my face, hearing a sickening crack noise. Lifting my head up and opening my eyes, blood stains the sidewalk again and I whine feeling my nose burn.

"Son of a bitch," I mutter to myself.

Slowly, I pick myself up from​ the ground and stand on my feet, watching as the blood dripped onto the sidewalk.

I wipe my nose but winced when I felt it sting from just touching it. Letting my hand fall to my side, I continue walking and let the blood stains my jacket.

After a few minutes, I finally make it to the Curtis house and walk up the steps slowly. Shakily, I raise my hand and knock on the door gently.