Introduction: I don't own the Outsiders or the characters that S.E. Hinton has created. I also don't own the dialogue from the television scripts. I do however own Avery and Hudson, and the episodes from her point of view, and situations not shown. Happy Reading!:)

The night my brother Dally died, was one I relived over and over and over again. Consistent nightmares caused me to scream out in bed, arms and legs thrashing, as I called his name. The louder I called, the harder I cried, because he wouldn't be coming.

I watched him get shot, over and over and over again.

I listened as our friends cried out for the cops to stop, my oldest brother Darry yelling about how he was just a kid. I witnessed over and over again Dallas falling to the ground, reaching his arm out for me as he called my name, "Avery"

And as I collapsed around his body, I could no longer hear direct voices or words, but all I could feel was pain.

Those nightmares were ones I kept reliving.

It's only been a week and a half, and Darry says that it might take some more time for me to heal. Every time I wake up screaming, drenched in sweat, either he or my other brother Soda, or even Ponyboy, who's been sick the last couple of days, are by my side. It got so bad, that instead of continuing to share a bedroom with Hudson, my youngest brother, I started sleeping in Darry's room. My nightmares scared Hudson to death, and I felt like shit that they were freaking him out.

But today was the first day I didn't wake up from a nightmare. In fact, I hadn't even fallen asleep.

Today was the day we laid my brother Dallas to rest.