What If
Kyle never came back to life in Imagationland part II
"Kahl! Come on, buddy! Wake up!" I scream at the Jew, pounding my fists against his chest. "You've never walked away from anything in your life!" My eyes sting with tears. Don't you dare cry over this pathetic Jew! My thoughts scream at me. "Fight! FIGHT!" I scream.
I pound and pound my fists against his chest and nothing happens. His green eyes stare unfocused at the ceiling, bits of red hair matted to his forehead. He's sickingly pale. I can't imagine him never staring at me with fury in his eyes again. I can't. I need him! That fucking Manbearpig!
I breathe air into his gaping mouth. "Come on! Wake the fuck up!" A single tear sheds down my cheek. He's not coming back. He's...gone.
I feel a hand on my shoulder. "I'm sorry, kid..." the doctor mutters sympatheticly. I violently push off his hand.
"NO! He's not gone! He can't be! Kyle! KYLE!" I scream and bury my face into his chest. His wound is stool pouring with blood. "I'm sorry.." I repeat over and over.
If only...I told him how I felt. How am I going to go on? How can I go on without that high pitch voice screaming at me. Without these eyes-those beautiful green fucking eyes-staring into mine with rage.
I miss the way he would angrily tug at his crimson curls. I lied. I really did like his hair. I loved everything about it. I was in denial for so long about how I felt about the Jew.
"S-s-stupid fucking Jew...I love you.." I mumble into his chest.