Bridge Over Troubled Waters

When we walked into the light, there was a loud ringing in my ears, and it felt like my head was exploding. With one last POP! I was shuddered back down onto a place that was as familiar as my own shadow.
Oklahoma land!
In fact, we'd landed right on Darry's front porch. The nostalgia of it almost made me cry, but I held myself together. Dally, on the other hand, was busy patting down his body, thinking life had been restored. I left him to frolic in the yard, and went inside. In the house, the Curtis brothers had dressed up nicely, with ties. Wow. This wasn't like them. What was going on?
Oh. Right. The hearing.
I figured that as the hearing was about the crime I had commited, the man I had killed, I should probably tag along.
Once we were at the courthouse, I was able to kick back and relax. There weren't many people there, but most people gave a rendition of their side of the story. I was amazed at the truthfulness of everything, I thought the Socs might pull something funny and completely blame it on me. When the judge got around to speaking to Ponyboy, Ponyboy looked like he was going to wet his pants. However, instead of asking Ponyboy what happened, the judge merely chatted to him about things like school, and his social life. Ponyboy didn't get charged with anything.
At that moment, I would have given so much to have given Ponyboy a hug. He looked so down, so pale. I was gonna miss him.
I looked around the courtroom, taking a long look at everyone. In my mind, I gave everyone the good-bye that I never had a chance to.
Good-bye, Ponyboy Curtis.
Good-bye, Cherry Valance.
Good-bye, Darral Curtis.
I'm gonna miss you guys.
Being a spirit, I was able to teleport quickly back to the Curtis' front yard. Dally was there, deeply saddened over the fact that his death wasn't just a bad nightmare.
In those few hours I had returned to this earth, I learned so many things.
Not to be afraid of death. It is a natural thing, that happens to everyone, and you shouldn't be ashamed, or angry. Every life touches another, and no life leaves without an imprint on the world.
I explained this to Dally, and I could see he understood.
We linked arms, and walked together, binded forever, into an afterlife that anyone could be grateful for.

Forever I will remain,
writing no more,
Jonathon Nathaniel Cade

November 16, 2008

Candle in the Wind

Being dead isn't a pleasent feeling. Your joints feel loose, you have a blinding headache, and you are lost in this space of white. The Grim Reaper dropped me off in this place he called "Ort des Todes", whatever that means. All it was, was a bright white endless space, and I could tell it wasn't heaven. It smelled of rusty spoons, and the air was thick, and hard to draw. All around me, people crept around. Some crawled, calling desperately for those they departed. Others ran around, searching for a way out of here. The Grim Reaper left me here, and said when the time was right, I would find the light, and move on.
So, how I spent that time?
I thought.
I thought and thought and thought.
I was in the middle of thinking about ice cream, when a man walked over to me.
"Johnny? Is that you?"
I recognized the voice, but couldn't place it.The guy looked real tough, but he looked at me as if he truly cared about me. He looked like the type of fellow who could get arrested over and over and not get phased. In fact, he kinda looked like Dally's personality...
And sounded like him too!
"DALLY! DALLY, OH, IS THAT REALLY YOU?" I bawled, so happy to see someone I knew. I quickly regretted my outburst, and rubbed my head to ease the pain.
"Hey, Dally," I said, starting to think. "I'm dead, ain't I? So what are you doing here?"
"I'm dead, Johnny. They shot me."
I stood there, dazed. Dally? Dead? No. He couldn't have been shot. No. Not the Dally I know.
"Why?" I whispered. It was all I could say. Tears filled our eyes.
"I just couldn't take it-you being dead. Johnny, you were the reason I didn't leave. Leave to go back to New York. You were the roots to my tree, the stem to my flower. And so, after... after, I went to a store, they gave me the money, I ran, the police-my gun- they shot me. But that's what I wanted... Didn't want to live without you." Dallas choked out.
Wow. That was a mind-blower for me. I felt... honored? But, why would he give his life?
"Oh, Dally." It was all I felt was appropriate. "What about everyone else? What happened to them?"
At that moment, a light fell behind Dally.
When the time is right, you will see the light.
I remembered the words the Grim Reaper had said.
"Dally-the light!"
He turned, cocked an eyebrow at me, in a way that said, 'Shall we?'
So, together, we walked into the light.

November 13, 2008

Live and Let Die

While the rumble was going on, I was trapped by the haunting walls of a dark end. No one who loved me would be around me. My mother, she would have just yelled at me, blamed me, say it was my fault I was dying. My father, well, maybe he would have beaten me, and give death that extra little push it needed to get to me. And my friends, they were all at the rumble. Darry, Dally, Ponyboy-all of them. All who I cared about. All who cared about me. And I would die within these walls, trapped by the whitewashed walls that smell of that nasty cleaning detergent. The walls seemed to close around me, and I drifted into a dream-free sleep.

I awoke to a voice repeating my name.
"Johnny? Johnny?"
I opened my eyes and saw Dally and Ponyboy standing in the doorway.
"Hey," I spluttered out weakly.
"We won. We beat the Socs. Stomped on them, ran them out of town!" Dally exclaimed, his eyes still bright from the fight.
Like I care.
"Useless! Fighting's no good!" I spewed with my last energy. I felt the blood rush out of my head.
"They're still writing about you, Johnny. Calling you a hero and stuff. We're proud of you, Johnny. So proud." Dally whispered, seeing how weak and frail I was. But that sentence made my eyes glow.
That was when I saw a third figure in the doorway. He was dressed in a black cloak, with a pointed hood. His face was a pale white, and in his hand, he held a long stick connected to a shimmering curved metal end... A... scythe. It was the Grim Reaper. I knew I only had so much longer, a matter of seconds, maybe minutes.
"Ponyboy," I rasped. He came over to lean over the bed rail.
"Stay gold, Ponyboy."
The Grim Reaper came forward.
"Stay gold."
And with that last sentence out of my mouth, the Grim Reaper came over, and spoke to me.
"Come with me."
For a person who looked that menacing, he had quite a girly voice. A school-girl's voice. I notice the oddest things at the wrong time.

You Got a Friend in Me

It's so boring here, alone in my hospital room. How I wish for a visitor. I miss Ponyboy and Dally. And Darry. I definitely miss Darry. I wish he would come and visit me. He always tells me the latest jokes he's heard, or any funny stories about his work. Though it pains me so much right now, I would let my face slip into a strained smile, for someone who needs it. Someone like Darry.

~~~

I hear someone talking outside, a someone who sounded familiar. Might Darry be the someone? Yes, yes it is! He comes into the room, with a solemn look on his face. I try to twist my lips into his name, but end up coughing.

"Johnny?" Darry whispers, and I see his eyes fill slowly with tears.

"D-" I begin, but the words are once again caught in my throat.

"Don't talk," he murmers, and pats me on the head. A shimmering tear falls down his face.
"Why, Johnny? Why?" he mutters rhetorically.

I have to tell him I'm okay.
"Darry." I say this firmly, so he knows I am not going to back down and be quiet.

"Shush, Johnny. Don't talk.It will hurt. Please."

"No. I have to. And Darry, I'm so sorry. Sorry for all of this." I huff out, and a flash of anger strikes upon Darry's face.

"You're sorry!? Johnny, this is my fault! If I hadn't slugged Ponyboy, this would have never happened! Johnny, listen!" His sudden burst of anger was gone, replaced with a look of sorrow and fear. Fear for me.

"D-darry. Don't blame yourself... If Pony...boy hadn't come... I would have gone by myself... Maybe the Socs would have finished me off right there... maybe I would be in an electric chair right now. I don't know, but this.... this isn't so horrible..." I wince in pain, and begin to cough hoarsely.

Darry looks at me a little funny, then comes and sits next to me.

"It'll all work out, Darry. Everything will be fine. Stay strong. Promise me you'll stay strong," I plead, looking up at him with my drugged eyes.

"I can't promise that, Johnny." Darry's voice cracks, and the tears begin to flow freely down his face. We sit there for a few minutes, crying together.

"Get some sleep, Johnnycakes." Darry gives me one last effort of a smile, then heads out the door.

~~~
That was the last time I ever saw him.

November 10, 2008