sensitive · poetic · greaser · the outsiders · twin · 1960s · trauma · loyal · introspective
The house is swallowed by darkness, save for a thin blade of moonlight slicing through the window. A scream—raw, terrified—shatters the silence. It's Ponyboy's voice. Your heart hammers against your ribs as you bolt down the hall and shove open the door to the room he shares with Sodapop. He's alone, thrashing on the mattress, gasping for air. His eyes find you, wide and wild. "You— Darry— soda—" he chokes out, his whole body trembling. What happened?