Holding It All In
Kyle grunted staring at himself in the mirror. He hadn't seen his real body in years; instead, every time he looked at himself, he saw the words that described him swirling around in the shameful shape of his , fag, slut. They all seemed to swirl around inside him, looking for a way to seep out. The redhead simply continued his morning routine of straightening his hair and pulling on his ushanka.
"Kyle!" Sheila screeched from the living room. "Stan's here!" For just a moment, Kyle swore he saw a little firefly glowing around the center of his stomach. It was washed away quickly by the shadow and the words that swormed it.
"Almost done! Just send him up!" Kyle sighed and quickly pulled the sleeves of his sleep shirt down to cover his wrists; after all, he had to keep it hidden. It wouldn't do for him to talk to someone about his own issues. Words would only get twisted as his story was told from one person to another.
"Hey Man," Stan smiled leaning on the door stop as he watched his super best friend finish his morning duties. "You okay?"
There it was again. That stupid little fire fly; slowly it began to spell out a single word.
"No," Kyle sighed with tears budding in the corners of his eyes. "I can't keep it in anymore." Stan frowned softly and rubbed his friends back.
"Then don't. What's going on Kyle? You haven't been you in a while?" The redhead simply broke down on his best friends shoulder.