What woke me up…

Prologue

Pony wakes up in the hospital from a coma to find everything he remembered since he got jumped is a dream. He struggles to find which way is up while Johnny is hoarding a secret about that night.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the outsiders characters or the segments of the book that appear in this fic.

A/N: Here is a prologue. The coma idea I got from someone's old fic, but they never updated so I took it and now put a July 28th twist on it! This fic won't be too long, ten-twenty chapters, I'd imagine.

The park was freezing, I was wondering how Ponyboy could stand it. He was only wearing an old sweat shirt of Sodapop's.

I snapped up my jacket and flipped up my collar.

"Ain't you about to freeze to death, Pony?"

He was rubbing his arms while smoking his weed.

"You ain't a'woofin." He replied.

I glanced around the park making sure we were alone. It musta been real early in the morning now, and it was cold. I didn't imagine we'd be stayin' here long. Ponyboy was about to say something but there was a loud blast of the horn and I flinched against my will.

Not now, not here. We looked up and saw the blue Mustang circling the park. I cursed under my breath and Pony muttered, "What do they want? This is our territory. What are Socs doing this far east?"

I knew exactly what they were doing, greaser hunting. I wished ol' Two-Bit or Dally were with us, then we'd stand a chance. I shook my head.

"I don't know. But I bet they're looking for us. We picked up their girls."

"Oh, glory," He groaned. "this is all I need to top off a perfect night. Want to run for it?"

That would have been our best bet, but it was too late now. Five Socs got out of the car and I recognized them. It was them again, the ones that beat me up. I paled and reached in my back pocket for my switchblade. They wouldn't beat me up like that, never again. I wouldn't let 'em.

They were drunk. We exchanged a few threatening words, but I knew they weren't leaving without beating us up. I knew it. After a few minutes Pony spat at them and they went to grab us. I barely slipped out of one of their grasps but still went tumbling to the ground. One of them kicked me in the chest, hard. I heard Ponyboy yelling at me to run, but I couldn't see him, Socs were crowding around him. It took me a moment to realize they were dunking him in the fountain. They held him there for almost a minute before draggin' him back up, spitting on him, and cussing. A few dumped their alcohol on him and he was only gasping for air. They were going to kill him.

My switch.

I reached for my back pocket but suddenly I was kicked again. One of the Socs stood above me, the only one of the five that weren't beating on Ponyboy.

"Got a blade there grease?" His words were slurred and spaced out.

He didn't give me a chance to answer because he stepped on my chest so hard it knocked the wind out of me.

The Soc flipped me around and took my switch.

"I'm thinkin' we could use this."

I made a grab for it but he just laughed at my attempt. I glanced over at Ponyboy afraid they killed him by now. They had pulled him out though, three of them were holding him up while Bob punched him mercilessly. Pony wasn't groaning or cussing at them anymore. He looked real dazed, and even in the dark I could see the blood and new forming bruise on his cheek.

"Pony!" I yelled out even though it wasn't doing any good. They were gonna beat me up, I knew they would.

I attempted to get up but my chest was really hurting and I only managed to get up to my knees. The guy that took my switch blade had walked back over to Pony and them. I froze in place. I couldn't see much but they let go of Pony and he dropped to the ground.

Whatever they were planning to do didn't work 'cause one of them stood up and kicked him. My switch was in his hand, it was smeared with blood. I felt sick, but I couldn't help him.

"East side trash." He hissed and he hauled Pony to his feet by his shirt. "How ya like pickin' up our girls now huh!"

He threw Pony back in the fountain. I stood on my feet. I couldn't stop them, I had to get someone. I had to call someone.

They dunked Pony in again, but this time he slowly stopped struggling.

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I sat in the cream colored hospital staring at the ground. When I first started coming here after school(if I even went to school) everyone always asked me what was wrong, but it has been months. Everyone knew my face by now.

Ponyboy didn't deserve this. Maybe I did, but not Pony. I still remember the night it happened. Exactly how it happened.

But when everyone asked,

I had to lie…

"It was too dark, and after they hit me I was too dazed. I dunno…"

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This is what happens when I get bored. Anyway, Pony isn't dead! The gaps will be filled in later. Sorry about the grammar errors too, I know.

Anyone know what a'woofin' means?

Want me to continue? Or no? Any good? Potential? Or just strange?