This Sudden Injury

I drift in and out of conciousness. I'm going to die. I will try my hardest to survive, for Darry, but I know I won't be able to make it. My breathing is staggered, and sometimes, the nurses come rushing in, panicking. I'm not going to survive for much longer.


For the last couple years, I'd thought about suicide. How much easier it would be for my parents if I was gone. They'd be happy. And the gang wouldn't have to worry about me, either. And for me, I wouldn't be beat anymore, by the Socs, or my parents. I'd be free to roam the earth in a bodiless spirit, doing whatever I pleased.


But now, I don't want to die. There are so many things I haven't experienced, so many things I have to live for. So many sunsets I haven't seen. So many things Darry hasn't told me yet.

And now I'm going to die, without a backward glance.

The nurse is coming in now, I have to go. Pardon the shortness.

I remain,
Johnny Cade

October 29, 2008