Author's Note
I wrote this point of view because I was wondering what was going through Johnny's head once he killed Bob. This essay is an example of a point of view from the outsiders.
I saw them coming, fancy cars and tough faced, made me quiver, the Socs. I recognized his face, from the night he jumped me, Bob. Is this it? Are they finally going to finish the job? Kill me?
Before you know it the Socs are drowning Pony boy and about to come at me. Their sly smiles across their face made me want to go hide behind a rock and cry. Without thinking, I grab 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. Once all of the other Socs acknowledged what happened they jumped in the car and drive off. You could see the frightened looks on their faces.
What have I done? I hate to even think this… I’m a … a … mur-…murderer. No. No Johnny. You’re not a murderer, you were simply defending yourself. Defending Pony boy. Pony boy… oh no. Then I saw him, lying on the cement. I ran over to him trying to get him to choke out the water that he breathed in. I give him a good couple pushes on his chest. Didn’t work. I give up. Then I lie down next to him and try to take in what I have just done.
Johnny wakes up cough out water trying to catch his breath. This is it. I have to tell him what I did. I have to say it … out loud. When Johnny looks up at me straight in the eye, I stare at him for a second and I can see his eyes go from happy to concerned.
I say the worst thing I have ever had to say in my whole life. Slowly I say, “I killed him.” I glance over at Bob laying on the cement lifeless. “I killed that boy”.
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