And then. It happened. The crash, the burn, the recollective process, and then the inevitable crash once more. It just couldn't work. Fate refused to listen to my pleas. Just for goddamn once.
"Hey Kyle? Could I uh talk to you for a sec?" I heard Wendy say in a low tone. I was standing a couple lockers down but her voice rang in my head, completely clear.
"Hey Wendy. Sure. What's up?" Kyle prompted, gathering books out of his locker. Wendy's expression was grim. It sickened me to see her look so distressed.
"It's uh...It's about Stan. Ever since his diagnosis he's been acting strange. I don't know what to do about him. Maybe we should just go talk to him or something." Kyle's usual smile fell from his face. I ,apparently, was a touchy subject. I see Kyle shoot a subtle glance at me. That's all it was anymore. Subtle glances. If it wasn't that then it was hushed conversation. Or flat out stare-downs. It was all mutual to me. Actually, it pissed me off. Like everything. Kyle looked around the crowded hallway before returning his stare at Wendy.
"Wendy believe me I've tried. I just" He sighs. "His aspergers is terrible, I know. And I feel bad but. Dammit it's starting to bum me out. I've called him. Gone to his house. Everything. Maybe it's just time for us to move with our lives."
Alright. I can see where people would want to abandon me. It happened with mom and dad right? Of course it would be expected to be ditched by people. Fuck 'em. I don't care about those assholes. But. What hurt me especially was the fact that it came our of my ex- super best friend's mouth. He uttered the words that I feared the most.
I had to admit, yeah I have some drinking problems. Yeah I'm a cynical douche-bag. But I was in love with the guy, here. I mean, I never even realized that I loved that curly headed Jew until my hopeless spiral began. When everything evaporated the strong emotions, really truly strong, starting making their presence known.
If only I could trade mistakes. Then it would all go away. I may never sleep tonight, let alone any night, as long as he's still burning bright in my life. This life, my body my organs, it all seemed utterly and unfathomably useless. Why did God still keep me here? Walking a desolate wasteland, and wearing the label "liability".
Was that really what I had become? A liability. As long as I was the anchor I was holding them back from they could be.
Tada! My second one-shot? Sooo. What do you guys think? You like it? What inspired me was reading a story called "Left Turn." It should be in the doobly doo (WHEEZYWAITER FUCKYEAH) somewhere. I posted such a LONG comment on my POV about South Park's current state and my perspective on the SP fandom. Anyways. Go look for it and give the author AMAZING REVIEWS! *kiss kiss* Love you! R&R
