Hey there!! So here is an one-shot about Darry and his thoughts about hitting his brother. Please Review this. This is my first time writing in Darry's Pov (And I am personally scaried I screwed it up). Please review, I need to know how I did with his POV, emotions and his character. Again I am new at writting about his character. Please Reviews with your thoughts.

The Song Bit for this is "Kryptonite" By 3 Doors Down. Which is an amazing band and this song is one of my all time favorites. I think the whole song fits, but I have to chose just a section. Get a chance listen to it.

Thanks to Samatha, for being a great beta.

Disclamer: I do not own The Outsiders By S.E. Hinton. Nor do I own the song "Kryptonite" By 3 Doors Down.

Enjoy and please review!!

Just a Kid

If I go crazy then will you still

Call me Superman

If I'm alive and well, will you be

There a-holding my hand

I'll keep you by my side

With my superhuman might

Kryptonite

You called me strong, you called me weak,

But still your secrets I will keep

You took for granted all the times

I never let you down

You stumbled in and bumped your head,

If not for me then you'd be dead

I picked you up and put you back

On solid ground

3 Doors Down

Slap.

Slam.

That was what kept going through my mind.

Slap.

Slam.

How did I get here? How the hell did we all get here? My mind reeled itself to the present.

I had gone too far.

Slap.

I had hit him.

Slam.

Now he was gone.

I slowly started to move backwards and lower myself to the chair. I had hit him.

I had hit a person I loved. A person I had sworn to protect. My baby brother. The brother that, before all this, looked up to me. All before our parents died.

Oh, Mom and Dad. What have I done?

When we were little, he would come to me to protect him. I remember that if there was a storm he would find me. His young green eyes silently telling me to protect him. I would pick him up and rock him. I always told him that God was having a party in heaven. That he was listening to Elvis and was dancing. He would believe me and snuggle into me, falling asleep.

To him, I was Superman.

Now I had hit him. Superman doesn't hit his brother, the people he loved the most.

I looked down to my hand and noticed the redness that was swelling. I felt a wetness running down my cheeks. I realized that I was crying.

Superman doesn't break down. Superman doesn't hit his brother.

I'm not Superman.

I'm just a kid.

So there is the ending. Hope you liked it. Please, please review. Again this is my first time drabbling with Darry's character, and I want to know how I did.

Thanks for reading!! Please review.

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