<Dally's POV>

"Skyler, no please, come back!" I scream at her as she runs away from me. We make it to the hospital parking lot. "Listen to me please! Come back!" I scream even louder, probably waking everyone is Tulsa up. "Please, Skyler, please, I love you," I yell, my voice fading. I fall to my knees and pull my hair. The aching in my chest is overwhelming. "Come back," I whisper to myself since obviously the one the statement is directed to will never hear me. Determined, I get up from the ground and start running after her again. I catch view of her jet black hair again. "Skyler! Come back god damn it!" She turns around for a second with a face covered in tears. For a short moment I think she's coming back to me. My heart rises and I reach my arms out for her to run into, but she whips her head back around and runs towards the train station. Solemnly, I walk back to the hospital where everyone else is waiting. When I make it to the hospital I try to put on the happiest a face I can muster. I will not brake down in front of my sister. Unfortunately, once I see the gang they all have hopeful faces on. I fall to the ground right in front of them and scream into my hands. Chris kneels on the ground next to me. Tears spill down her cheeks.

"Where is she? What happened?" She practically yells. I shake my head and continue crying and breathing hard. "Is she gone?" Chris asks me. I nod my head and grab her so we are in and
upsetting hug. With her in my arms it reminds me of the first time I held Skyler. She was bleeding from the Socs attack and I had her draped in my arms.

Skyler's black hair draped over my arm and stretched, as if it was a hand trying to grasp the weeds that grow in the cracks of the sidewalk. She was wearing black jeans and her black converse. Her white shirt lay on the sidewalk, but it was cut up and useless so I left it. That night after Darry tended to her, she had protested my help. Then her broken body fell into my arms, lighter than air itself. I already miss the fiery touch her fingers left on my skin.

Why would she leave?

I loved her. She was the one I changed for. As every second passes my sadness turns more and more into rage. Rage at Skyler, rage at my presence in a stupid hospital where so much in my life has gone wrong. I stand up and walk away from my crying sister. She quickly retaliates to Soda's arms. Soda looks at me and Darry tries to get me to come back. The only moment I hesitate is when I hear Johnny's voice. "Dal, come on back." Angrily I walk further away from their voices and make it out of the hospital. My feet carry me to the dark side of town. The smell of alcohol draws me to an ally filled with some Socs.

They turn to me. "Hey grease, you look pretty beat," one of them says smirking. A sudden stronger rage than I can control hovers over my brain and my muscles. With more force than I've ever had, I take my fist and connect it with the guys temple. The blow knocks him to the ground, out cold. The three others guys stare at me.

"Man, you sure gotta arm," one of them says.

I gesture towards myself. "Here I'll teach you how it works." The Soc walks up to me and readies his fist. When he swings I drop my fist and kick him hard in between the legs. He falls to the ground holding his crouch. The other two guys just run instead of fighting. I don't stay to soak in my victory, instead I head to some stores.

A little pharmacy stands a few yards away, so that's where I go first. Right when I'm about to steal a handful of stuff I hear a voice in my head. "Why'd you do it?" The voice belongs to a certain girl with jet black hair and steel grey eyes. She isn't here, it's just in my head, but it sounds so real, like she's standing behind me. When I turn around no one is there. I knew it was in my head. I put back everything I was going to steal and rush out of the store. With a heavy heart and fading adrenaline, I sprint back to my house. As I walk through the door I take in the smell of my own home and calm down a bit. Slowly, I make my way towards my bedroom, but the bathroom door is open and there is a blood stain on the floor. The bathroom floor is covered in tiny shards of glass. I look at the blood stain. That's her blood. The blood of the one I loved most. The blood of the girl that hurt my heart.

The blood of Skyler Elizabeth Hills.

<Chris's POV>

I cry into Soda's shoulder as my brother runs out of the hospital. "She left without telling him," I whisper to Soda.

"I know, it was her choice Chris," he says back. I nod my head and then we all decide to go home. We gather in Darry's truck and I sit in the back in Soda's arms. One by one each of my friends are dropped off at their homes. Nothing looks real though. Everything is a blur of colors and sounds. Soon I realize the truth. Everyone I love is leaving me. My husband I leaving for war with my best friend, my good friend just ran away with an unborn child, and my brothers mental state has caused him to leave me as well.

"Whatcha' thinking about?" Soda asks me in a whisper.

"Everyone is leaving me," I say. Soda squeezes me.

"No, I'll never leave you forever, we are all coming back, maybe even Skyler," Soda mumbles. I nod my head as Darry stops at our house. The four of us make it inside and walk to our rooms without hesitation.

Some people might of described today as upsetting, but I would describe it as the day the truth came out about Skyler.

She may be tough on the outside, but in the inside she is a scared puppy who only knows one true thing.

How to run.

A/N short little filler, sorry ya'll. I'm a mother fucking wreck right now. Damn this story got depressing fast.

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