The Night I Killed Bob.

Author's Note- This is about Johnny murdering Bob from his perspective and how he felt as it all happened.

It was it. I saw them coming. Seeing the fancy cars and tough faces, made me quiver. I recognized his face, from the night he jumped me, Bob. I didn’t know what else to think. With me standing there scared out of mine. I couldn’t even, move my feet to make a run for it. Was this it? Are they finally going to finish the job and kill me?

Before you know it, it was the Socs, drowning Ponyboy and about to come at me. Their sly smiles across their face made me want to go hide be hide a rock and cry. I was a wimp. I knew I was a wimp because I sure did act like one. Without even thinking, I grabbed my switch blade in my pocket and jab it right into Bob’s heart. It went so fast, he didn’t even have time to yell. I backed away frozen, ready to get sick. What did I do?! Once all of the other Socs acknowledged what happened they jumped in the car and drove off. You could see the freighted looks on their faces. Finally, once in my life I felt like I did something good. Something that made me feels more powerful and less than a wimp. But, I looked down with blood all over all over my hands and Bob on the ground dead.

What did I do? I hate to even think this… “I’m a murderer.” I cried in a cracked voice. I was thinking to myself trying to figure out if I did something good or bad. I was defending myself and defending Ponyboy. I stopped thinking and looked around for Ponyboy. Then I saw him. Lying on the cement. “PONYBOY!!” I yelped as I ran over to him trying to get to choke out the water that he breathed in. I gave him a good couple pushes on his chest breathed in his mouth to give him air. Nothing worked. I gave up. Then I lied next to him and triad to take in what I just dine.

Ponyboy wakening up and coughing out water trying to catch his breath scared me. He looked at me looking confused. I looked down at my pocket knife. Ponyboy was looking too and seeing the blood all over. My hands were shaking so fast. Ponyboy took it from me and put it next to him. My face was pitching white.  I had to tell him what I did. When Ponyboy looked at me straight in the eyes, knowing for a second something wasn't right.

              Ponyboy wakening up and coughing out water trying to catch his breath scared me. He looked at me looking confused. I looked down at my pocket knife. Ponyboy was looking too and seeing the blood all over. My hands were shaking so fast. Ponyboy took it from me and put it next to him. My face was pitching white.  I had to tell him what I did. When Ponyboy looked at me straight in the eyes, knowing for a second something wasn't right.