An Angels Suicide

Chapter 1. This Can't Be Happening.....Right?

'This can't be happening' Stan thought. 'Not Kyle he'd have more sense then to do something stupid like this. Right?' Everyone in Kyle Broflovski's Year 10 class was at the Hospital. Well nearly everyone. Kenny McCormick wasn't there. The messy haired blond was far from the hospital. In fact he was the reason Kyle was in the hospital. Not because he had physically hurt Kyle. No because Kyle had committed suicide over Kenny. 'What could have drove him to it?' Craig thought.

'Why would he do this?' Tweek thought.

'Tch. He's being such a conformist about it' Dylan thought.

'Why?' Butters thought.

'This can't be happening' Stan thought.

'He must have had a reason' Clyde thought. Everyone was wondering what could have made Kyle snap so far that he'd feel the need to commit suicide. Stan was probably one of the saddest there. He was sat in a chair with his head rested on his knees and was crying his heart out. Wendy was trying to comfort Stan, reminding him that he'd have an asthma attack if he didn't calm down. Bebe was sat with Clyde a worried expression on her face. Token and Jimmy were deep in thought while Tweek was sat with Craig and sipping his coffee tentatively, as if he didn't think he should be drinking his coffee. Damien was sat very grudgingly next to Pip who had his head rested on the Anti-Christ's shoulder. Dylan and Henrietta where sat quietly making nearly everyone wonder what was wrong with them. Butters was sat rubbing his knuckles together.

Earlier That Day Kyle's POV

I ran into my room and slammed my door shut. Why?! Why the Hell did he leave?! I thought as I flopped on top of my bed and buried my head in the pillow and started crying. After a few minutes of crying I sat up and wiped the tears from my eyes. Standing up I walked slowly to my mums room. I knew I would get in trouble for what I was about to do. I headed over to my mums dressing gown, grabbed the dressing gown cord and walked back to my room. I shut the door when I was in my room. Using some stepladders I managed to tie the dressing gown cord around one of the hooks in my ceiling. I quickly made a loop with the other end of the cord and placed it around my neck then stepped off the ladders. I could feel the rope tighten around my neck just as someone walked into my room. They screamed then it all went black.

Present Time Normal POV

It had took the people who worked at the hospital three hours to sort out Kyle. Stan raised his head when most of there friends left leaving him, Butters, Tweek and Craig. Tweek had fallen asleep on Craig and Butters was sat on the chair next to Stan.

"What was it like, when you found him Stan?" Craig asked clearly sick of Stan crying. Butters looked at Stan while Stan looked at Craig then sighed.

"It's like you waking up and seeing that Tweeks dead." Stan replied softly. Craig looked at Tweek then back at Stan and nodded.

A couple hours later and Stan, Craig, Tweek and Butters were allowed to see Kyle. Kyle looked frail, he wouldn't meet anyones eyes and stared at his hand.

"Why Kyle?" Stan asked a tone of hurt in his voice. Kyle must have noticed this because he looked up from his hand then looked away again and shook his head.

"Please Kyle" Stan said again, a note of hurt and pleading entering his voice.

"I don't want to talk about it!" Kyle shouted making Tweek and Craig jump and Stan recoil. Butters was the only one who stayed still.

"Okay Kyle. Just know we're here if you want to talk to us." Butters said softly. Kyle looked to Butters nodded slowly.

"Just leave me please" Kyle said and pointed at the door. Butters, Craig and Tweek walked out without making a fuss while Stan looked towards Kyle with tears in his eyes then reluctantly walked out. With his friends out the room, Kyle raised his knees to his chest the best he could and cried.

It was a few days before Kyle was allowed back to school. He now carried a small pencil sharpener blade with him. Stan nearly burst with joy when he saw his Super Best Friend back at school but then he saw the difference in Kyle. The red-head had swapped his orange jacket for a gray hoodie and his green trousers for black skinny jeans. Kyle started avoiding people in his class and sat by himself in most lessons. Most of the time he looked like he was looking for someone.