I never said anything, but is it too late?
I stared at the hospital bed, watching him, he was so beautiful, so peaceful without that sarcastic smile plastered on his face. Wow I'm lame, and I'm a creeper.
"what are you even doing here Craig" the harsh tone of the red heads voice snapped me out of my trance "and why are you looking at Kenny like that?" he had made a valid point, it wasn't like we were friends, I mean, no we weren't I was more confusing than that. I flipped Kyle of causing Stan to move his attention away from Kenny "ya, I was wondering that to…" he said in a muffled voice as if he hadn't spoken for weeks. "Your right" I said in a monotone voice, working hard to push back the tears, I licked my chapped lips "I should go". I turned and left without so much as a glance back, I would come later, when they all have left, I will never leave his side until he wakes up, if he ever does. NO, I have to stop thinking like that, that's what got me into this situation in the first place, my dramatic compassion that I keep locked away in my head, the thing that causes my depression to rot in my scull. I tugged on the sides of my chullo, oddly calming me. I felt an odd wetness on my neck, it had began to rain. Pouring harder and harder I tilted my head back, sticking my tongue out like a small child and tried to catch a few drops on my tongue. Ever thing became hazy as I waked, finding my self at Starks pond I flopped down on the ground, letting the water cover me as I slipped out of my clothes and into the dark expanse. What was I doing? did I even care anymore?, not as far as I knew. I sunk in the water deeper, shivers running up my spine, and clearing my mind. Oh and did I mention, its still raining, pouring actually. I'm a fucking retard for doing this. I'm probably going to get hypothermia or some shit. I don't care though, and that's that fucked part about this, I don't care if I die of live anymore because there's nothing left to live for.