~Kyle's POV~
I'm 17, in high school and a massive loner. How?
Stan started to hate me for some reason. I didn't do anything.
Kenny started to think I would be useless, even though he copies my work. I'm useless MY ASS!
I still hate Eric Cartman. He hates Jews more than he was when he was younger. I never talk to him but he rips on me still. I'm not surprised. Why would he stop when I am at my most vulnerable state? I've fallen into depression, I cut myself and I'm suicidal.
I am bullied because I'm gay; yes I like guys and my missing left eye. 3 years ago, I lost my eye after a freak car accident. Glass pierced my left eye. I nearly died. And I had no friends there to support me. There was nobody to help me.
Tomorrow, it's just going to be the same day as before. Hell.
Wednesday
I woke up at 6:00am but I couldn't get myself out of bed.
SB= Kyle Broflovski! Get out of bed right now!
Oh yeah. I forgot. My mom hates me for being gay. She's an abusive bitch. The only time Cartman is right is when my mom is a bitch. Oh well. I don't care what she says.
SB= KYLE!
Don't listen to her! Don't listen to her! DON'T LISTEN TO HER!
The door violently slammed open and I saw her, anger practically flowing out of her.
Oh shit.
She stormed towards me, grabbed my pyjama shirt collar and threw me across the room. My head began to hurt like hell. I think she broke one of my rib bones.
SB= Why don't you do what I say the first time?! Fucking GAY FAG!
She began to punch me in every place possible.
Those words don't affect me anymore. I don't care. I'm not afraid. But I do wish that she loves me for who I am.
She suddenly stopped once I had a bloody nose.
SB= Get ready for school you sick bastard!
KB= 'Kay mom.
When she stormed out of my room, I hastily said one more thing.
KB= I love you.
I am somewhat telling the truth. It's just that a little bit of hope fades when she doesn't say anything back.
I got back up and stumbled towards the bathroom, cleaning my nose and face from any blood. And the last time I looked in the mirror, blood was almost everywhere. I lifted up my shirt and saw the immense amount of fresh bruises. FUCK! I have gym today. Oh well.
I got dressed and rushed out of the house. Not bothering about my breakfast. She doesn't even make it for me. I have a bigger lunch, so that covers it. But I'm still skinny as fuck.
I walk to the bus stop, to see my worst enemy. Not Cartman, but Stan.
Why does life hate me so much?!
I stood far away from him as possible.
SM= Fag.
KB= Hippie.
SM= who are you? Eric Cartman?
KB= Really? You act more like that anti-Semitic bastard than I do.
SM= Go fuck yourself fag. You would like that wouldn't you?
KB= Oh really? How come you aren't with Wendy?
SM= Not interested in her.
KB= Like a fag. Right, Stanley?
I was pushed to the ground. Stan was looking at me with eyes filled with fury.
SM= Do NOT compare me to you. Do NOT compare me to FAGS!
I stare at Stan blankly.
SM= Say something!
No response.
SM= Do it! Or I'll punch you to oblivion!
KB= Go ahead.
SM= W…. What?
KB= Beat me up. I already go through this at school getting bullied. This is nothing new.
SM= my pleasure.
His smile grew sadistic and began to punch me like my mother but harder. This caused another nose bleed. That's when he decided to stop beating me. He got off of me and stood up, leaving me lying on the pavement.
SM= FUCK YOU! FAG!
He stormed off, not giving a crap about the bus anymore.
That was when I lost it.
I started crying out loud.
"Kyle?"
Who the hell is that?
"Are you okay?"
My eyes were blurry because of the tears. I felt thumbs near my eyes, wiping my tears. I saw that it was Craig Tucker looking at me with concern in his eyes. Why is he worried about me now?
CT= Kyle?
For some reason, I can't speak. I don't know why. Oh god. I think I need to go to the hospital. I open my mouth, trying to make a sound, only to make a high pitched squeak.
CT= Shit. Let me get you to the hospital.
Good. He understands.
Unfortunately, my vision is starting to fade. He picked me up and began running to the hospital.
CT= don't worry Kyle. You'll survive. I care about you. Once you've recovered, you can tell me everything that has happened.
I didn't want to wait. I want to tell him now.
But darkness took over.
CT= Stay strong Kyle.
Thanks Craig. I appreciate it.
-6 hours later-
I woke up to a blinding light. Guess I'm in the hospital. I looked around the room I am in and saw that I was just the only one in this room. At least I have time to think before someone barges in.
Sheila bruised me horribly. Stan bruised me as well. And Craig carried me here.
Wait….
Craig brought me here. He cares. Someone cares. Why?
I then saw a nurse walk in, not knowing that I was awake. That was because he was looking at the window. He looked over at me and his jaw dropped.
"You're awake"
Huh? Is this meant to be a shock?
He recognised my confused look and carried on talking.
"Your heart stopped twice already. We thought you would die"
What?! My eyes widened at what he said.
"Someone is here to see you. Do you want to see him?"
I nodded at his response and he walked out just to walk back in with… Craig?
He did save me. He cares about me according to what he said.
"I'll let the doctor know about you"
I didn't respond to the nurse and continued to stare at Craig.
I never really had the chance to look at him properly until now. He looks really pretty I must say. Am I… In love with him? He's the only person who cares about me.
CT= Are you going to say something? Or are you going to keep staring?
My cheeks grew hot from those 2 questions and looked away from Craig's face.
CT= were you checking me out?
I blushed even more, if that was even possible. I guess that can give him the answer he wants.
CT= that means you were. That's kind of cute.
CUTE?! He thinks that was cute? Me, checking him out? But he isn't gay. Right?
CT= I'm staying here. Whether you like it or not.
I just shrugged at his comment.
CT= Are you going to say something?
He has a point. I tried speaking but all that came out was a squeak.
What?
CT= what the fuck?
I agree. I'm scared.
CT= don't worry. I'm sure the doctor can find a reason to it.
Craig had a look of sincerity on his face. He's the only one I can trust for now.
CT= we don't have to worry about that right now though. Anyway… How are feeling?
I decided to give Craig the middle finger. He chuckled at my response and gave me the middle finger as well. I silently laughed since I couldn't make any noises. I've never been this happy ever since my mom started abusing me.
CT= you know Hebrew?
I nodded.
CT= Can I say something to you in that language? I'm trying to learn.
I nodded again.
CT= Let me know if it's wrong okay?
I could tell he was scared. He was scared that he would mess this up. He let out a sigh and walked closer to me, staring at me with those azure eyes.
CT= אני אוהב אותך קייל
"I love you Kyle"
If only I can tell him. I mouthed the word "paper" and "pen" to him. He understood what I was trying to say, got out a pen and paper and handed it to me. I handed the paper back to him. He smiled at what I had written down.
"גם אני אוהב אותך"
He moved his face closer to me and closed his eyes. Before he placed his lips on mine, he said something else in fluent Hebrew.
CT= אני אגן עליך עם החיים שלי
"I will protect you with my life"
He placed his lips on mine and I immediately kissed back. His lips are so soft. I closed my eyes to focus on the feeling. This carried on for a few seconds before he pulled away, his half lidded eyes focusing on me.
CT= I love you Kyle. I always did.
I tried to say something this time. The sentence was broken but I was able to do it.
KB= I….. L-l-love…. You….. T-t-t-t-too C-c-crai-i-ig.
CT= don't speak. We'll find out why you can't speak that well.
Even though I agree with him, that I shouldn't speak, I still try to speak.
KB= T-t-t-thank… You.
CT= Please stop.
I nodded in response and decided not to bother trying to speak anymore.
CT= Once we get out of here, you're coming to my house and you're living with me. Away from your mother and I will protect you from Stan, Cartman and all of those homophobic bastards. I will stay with you. I will never ditch you.
I smiled at his statement and my eyes started watering. He saw my reaction and hugged me, my face resting on his chest.
CT= Let it all out Kyle. It will make you feel better.
I began to silently cry my eyes out on his chest, wetting his clothing. I tried to speak again, trying to apologise to Craig.
KB= I…. A-am so….. S-s-sorry.
CT= I've told you before. Don't make me say it again.
I again nodded.
I can tell that the rest of this school year and next year will be interesting.