Sorry about the long wait. But, hopefully all wait for this fan fiction is over. This could be out last chapter. Or maybe not? Even if this is the end I will be doing a sequel. Just when I have no idea…why can't I just end things? I have no idea.

wanna heal, I wanna feel what I thought was never real
I wanna let go of the pain I've held so long
(Erase all the pain till it's gone)
I wanna heal, I wanna feel like I'm close to something real
I wanna find something I've wanted all along
Somewhere I belong


Friday Night.

Its rumble time and I'm ready. I can't help but to feel antsy as I move from my right foot to my left and back again. I'm ready to fight. This brings back so many memories of pervious rumbles. But this one actually has meaning behind it.

I looked at those around me, the Shepard gang was all day, which was a surprise. No one was locked up.

Todd Wilson's gang was there. Now they were the type that of gang that even fellow Greaser had to watch out for. They would pull out a heater or a knife out in a blink of a eye.

Other gangs were there also, Greasers and Hoods of all types. Not all of them knew why they were here, but for them it didn't matter. A rumble was a rumble. But, not matter what and no matter who knew, this wasn't your normal rumble.

This was for our little Curtis. The boy who is our future, who could change all of this Greasers vs Socs. Ah, what a boring life that would be, but it would be a good life.

Those freaking Socs hurt one of our innocent.

I turned facing the street again. "C'mon you fucking pigs."


"Fuck fuck fuck!" Steve cursed as alcohol was applied to his busted knuckles. "That bastard had a hard head."

"Heh, but I saw him after you punched him. His jaw has to be broken." Dally remarked, hissing as he sat up reaching for a cigarette.

"You okay?" Johnny asked him, grabbing the cigarettes for him.

"Thanks." He said, taking a stick from the box and lighting it. "One of those bastards, had a board and hit me on the back."

"Shit man. Did you see Wilsons gang? I'm surpised none of them pulled out a heater." Steve said as Soda wrapped his knuckles.

"Hell, but they had everything else." Two-Bit said, poking a bruise around his right eye.

"Did they stab anyone?" Johnny asked his dark eyes wide.

"Hope not, but I don't think so. Those are some crazy hoods." Two-Bit flicked out his cigeratte and moved over to the couch. "How is the kid?"

"Knocked out." Soda answered, "he had a bad dream took both Johnny and I to hold him down."

"Damn. He okay?"

"Yeah, I guess. It didn't wake him any."

Darry entered the room then, the only injury on him was a cut on his lip.

"Superman was crazy out there. He seriously picked up 3 guys and through the across the lot." Two-Bit joked, "And then one came at him with a board, and he broke up with his fist. That's how I got this shiner by watching him and not watching for myself." Two-Bit grabbed another cigarette.

"Why you silent over there Darry?" Soda asked standing up from his position in front of Steve.

"Just thinkin'"

"Watch it, that could be dangerous." Two-Bit warned jokingly.

"Oh yeah? For you maybe."


"Anyway, what are you thinking about?"

"Tonight. We got our message across to them, and we feel better. But what about Pony. He is still in his own hell; none of this is going to help him."

There were mumbled agreements, no one could argue with that. It was true.


Ponyboys POV

I don't like this medication or any of it. One minute I'm in a sleep that I can't get out of the next I'm wide awake. When I wake up if feels like, I was drowning, my lungs are burning and I'm gasping for air.

I turn over in bed, listening to the voices coming from down the hall in the living room. I couldn't hear them, but I just found comfort in their voices. Knowing they were there, protecting me not going anywhere.

I slowly sit up, trying not the get dizzy, and through my legs over the side of the bed. I stand up and stable my self using the wall for support, I make my way to the door.

Making my way down the hall, the voices become a bit clearer.

"Fuck Soda, why you tryin' to play nurse today? It was fine until you touched it!" The voice I recognized as Two-Bits shouted.

"Oh waaa!" Soda replied and the others in the rooms laughed.

"Damn, I didn't know I got cut."

"See, it could've got infected."

Cut? Two-Bit got cut? How? Peaking around the corner, I could see them sitting in the living room, Steve's hands were bandaged and his cheek was as well. Soda was nursing Two-Bit, by the smell; I could tell he was applying alcohol.

Dally was sitting next to them, with Johnny sitting on the floor near his legs. From what I could see, they looked like they were in a fight or got hit by a car….maybe both.

"Pony?" Looking down and over my eyes met Darrys, who was sitting in the arm chair next to the door. "What are you doing up?"

"Hm, trying to sneak around?" I gave him a dopey smile, the medication was starting to kick in again. "What ya'll doin? You guys look like…crap." I jumped slightly when I felt a touch on my arm.

"It's just me." Darry said.

"How you do that? One moment you're down next…POOF, you're here. Magic." I let go of the wall and I was happy he was there, because I could feel myself starting to fall.

"Okay, little buddy we are going to bed."

"No. No more bed. No more medication."

"We can't take you off until the doctor says it's okay."

"Hm, but its okay. I'm okay. As long as you guys are here, I'm okay."


"I was really messed up…I still am. I'm still scared. I still feel…dirty, I still hear them…I-"

Sniffing I look up at my brother and notice the cut on his lip. Steve's bandages, Two-Bit and Dally's bruises, the sneaking around, the whispering. It all clicked.

"You guys fought for me?"

There were gasps and then they were silent for a second. "I'm not mad."

"How did you know?"

"I'm not stupid; this medicine just slows me down." I lean against Darry yawning. I felt him pick me up into his arms. "But, I'm not mad, not right now. Maybe in the morning."


"As long as ya'll are here. I'm okay."

I shut my eyes, and I let him carry me into my room and lay me on my bed.

"And we ain't going anywhere, baby."

Though, the medication helped out a lot, for the first time. I went to sleep without images in my head. For the first time in a long time, I felt relaxed.

I want to wake up tomorrow with a smile and began to heal. I want to be able to lift my head up and look people in the eye.

I will never know myself until I do this on my own
And I will never feel anything else, until my wounds are healed
I will never be anything till I break away from me
I will break away, I'll find myself today

Repeat Chorus

I wanna heal, I wanna feel like I'm somewhere I belong
I wanna heal, I wanna feel like I'm somewhere I belong
Somewhere I belong


This would be a good place to end it, but not really. I can do more and I might. So…for now it is TBC….?

Notice the question mark.

This chapter was rushed, so I'm sure once I am fully awake I will be taking it down to revise it.

Give me some input guys?