Hero's or hood's ?

I never imagined I coulda ever felt this happy to be embraced by Darry. But when him and Sodapop arrived at the hospital, I finally understood what soda was saying all along. I would never again be callin' Darry hard and unfeeling, he had been forced to grow up much to fast, but I could see now as he held back tears that he couldn't bare the thought of losin' another person he loved.



I reckon I'm pretty lucky I got out with only am few burns, it coulda been worse, a lot worse. I still don't know about Johnny, last I saw him he was being wheeled away on a stretcher along with Dally. Johnny was hurt bad, real bad. Dally had a few burns, but that's as much as I was told.

We're supposed to be greasers, hoods, not heroes. Johnny may have gave up his life to save these kids, but he also committed a murder just days ago. My head is still spinnin'. So much has happened in these last couple of days, I just hope Johnny is alright. We've been through it all together, and yet some how I'm going home to a familiar bed, and Johnny's stuck here, alone and hurtin'.

Mistakes.

Glory, we made a real big mistake. This was far beyond anything I think I coulda ever imagined. We left our families, we're runaways now. Poor Johnny is still real traumatized after what he had done. My heart is still poundn', even as I lay here in this run down church, I keep picturing them socs, the five of 'em. The ones that lead to us sleeping here, all alone. Terrified and worried.


They had found us out late at night, a real perfect time for them to jump us greasers. We were stupid, I had been angry and upset with Darry and I hadn't been thinking. I remember being shoved real hard into the icy water of a fountain, held there, I panicked and struggled but his grip was too strong. A red faze filled my mind, when I woke up I was on the hard pavement gasping for air. Johnny was there too, and someone else? A dark puddle surrounded the figure lying there. He was dead, Johnny, quiet little Johnnycakes had stabbed this socs boy with the blade he carries. He saved my life, but the fuzz would be on us soon, this would be all over the paper by tomorrow. This was murder, we had no choice but to run.