The pillow seemed to sink a little, and Johnny died.
Ponyboy thought: You read about people looking peacefully asleep when they're dead, but they don't. Johnny just looked dead. Like a candle with the flame gone. Pony tried to say something, but he couldn't make a sound. Dally swallowed and reached over to push Johnny's hair back.
Whirling suddenly, Dally slammed back against the wall. His face contracted to agony, and sweat streamed down his face. He begged, slamming one fist against the wall, hammering it to make it obey his will. Dally suddenly bolted through the door and down the hall.