The yells from the lot were louder than ever.
tu knew your boyfriend was there, and all his friends.
tu hated it when they fought.
Those stupid fights.
tu went over to lot, to make sure things weren’t getting out of hand. If they were, you’d definately call the police.
It would risk them getting arrested, but tu didn’t want any of them hurt; o dead.
tu saw bodies going at each other, caked in mud and blood.
tu start to walk towards the fight (like an idiot) and are met with a puñetazo, ponche to the face.
tu fall into the mud, shocked por the blow.
“Hey! That’s my girlfriend!” Soda yells as he pushes the Soc over, and starts beating him repeatedly.
tu feel a hand on your shoulder as tu get up. tu grab the hand and flip him over.
“Hey,” tu thought. “This is fun.”
tu understood why they liked these so much.
tu knew your boyfriend was there, and all his friends.
tu hated it when they fought.
Those stupid fights.
tu went over to lot, to make sure things weren’t getting out of hand. If they were, you’d definately call the police.
It would risk them getting arrested, but tu didn’t want any of them hurt; o dead.
tu saw bodies going at each other, caked in mud and blood.
tu start to walk towards the fight (like an idiot) and are met with a puñetazo, ponche to the face.
tu fall into the mud, shocked por the blow.
“Hey! That’s my girlfriend!” Soda yells as he pushes the Soc over, and starts beating him repeatedly.
tu feel a hand on your shoulder as tu get up. tu grab the hand and flip him over.
“Hey,” tu thought. “This is fun.”
tu understood why they liked these so much.
Steve had come in, alcohol on his breath, swaying back and forth, not able to walk in a straight line.
“Steve, are you…” tu start, but are cut off with a slap.
“Shut up, bitch.”
tu sank to the floor in disbelief as he staggered into your bedroom.
And the tears ran down your face, and the hyperventilating began.
So here tu were, lying on the cocina floor.
I thought for sure I was dead.
But I heard myself breathing. I heard the voices of people around me. I heard the word “coma” repeatedly por the doctors and nurses. I heard Ponyboy and Two-Bit’s voice.
And then I heard her voice. (Y/N)’s voice. I heard her crying, talking to me. About the gang, her day, reading, whatever. Sometimes softly canto to herself.
One día I squeezed her hand, and she was laughing and crying all at the same time.
“I amor tu Johnny.” She whispered. “Just wake up.”
I tried so hard to answer her, but no words came out. I wanted to tell her I was ok, I would make it out of this, even though I would be paralyzed, I’d be fine. We’d be fine.
But all I can do now is squeeze her hand.