Steve Watching Dallas die...
The figure fell lifeless, as it crashes into the wet green grass. I couldn't breath, my lungs wouldn't co-operate. My hands flew up with a mixture frustration and the lack of living. My brain was lying to itself again, trying to make me believe i didn't just see my pals die. i didn't just see my best friend that's like a brother to me nearly break down. I didn't break my nose , everything was normal.
"You Idiot! He's just a kid!" a scream broke me out of my fantasy. My lungs wanted to scream , my mouth wouldn't want to, all i did was breath uncontrollably, it felt like i was having an anxiety attack but worse. I looked at the dead body. "Ponyboy!" voices kept surrounding me. I looked to the ground and saw a body. Ponyboy. With blood stained cheeks and black eye, I couldn't look. I ran behind the bush and threw up my lunch... i couldn't breath... it was a dream, it had to be a nightmare...