It was a Dark, Shadowy,
Night, ponyboy was drowning,
maybe even dying.
I didn’t know what to do,
I pulled out my switchblade and later
saw him lying there in the moonlight, lifeless.
I recognized the rings on his fingers as I examined his body laying there lifeless.
A haze fell over my head, and then it hit me,
I had murdered someone,
I muttered under my breath.
I had killed someone, but it was self-defense,
they all ran away after.
Then I looked at Ponyboy he looked as white as a ghost
was he dead too? I wondered.
Then I heard Ponyboy’s voice, I took a deep breath and told him everything.
“The blue Mustang.” I began...