A/N~ I don't know how many chapter this will be, but as many or as few it is, just know that every bit will be sad. This is not meant to be a happy story, or make you smile and laugh. It's meant for you to read, and just read. It is not a Kyman love story, alothough it does focus on thier friendship. There will most likely be character death in later chapters, or maybe sooner ones, so dont say I didnt tell you so! Dont worry, there'll always be a happy ending in my stories! Please reveiw! Thank you, ~M
I stormed out into the green field, freshly covered in dew. He stood in the center watching me approach, as if he'd been expecting me to come. His gaze followed my every motion as I got closer, until I was so close it forced him to step back. I clenched my fists, crumpling the piece of paper in my right hand. We stared at each other, glaring. It took every being of my body to not kill him, right here, right now. I pointed a finger and poked him hard under the collarbone, causing him to clench his jaw. "You've gone to far this time fatass!" I yelled, stepping forward. "This was the last fucking straw!" He smirked at my threats, but I saw the strained look in his eyes. He glanced down at the hand at my side that held the poster.
"I see you've seen my awareness posters, Kahl." He raised an eyebrow. I gasped, and shoved him to the ground.
"You piece of shit! This isn't awareness, it's lies!" People began gathering around the center of the field, whipping out phones. He grabbed the back of his head in pain, and made his way off the ground. "You can't keep doing this!" My last sentence caused him to smile.
"What is it I keep doing, Kahl? I'm just making people aware of what your doing," I stared at him in disbelief.
"What the fuck am I doing?" I pushed him back to the ground, and stuck the poster in his face. "Cartman, you put posters of HITLER all over the school, saying that Jews need to be put back in their rightful place!" I threw the poster to the side, before a sharp pain ran up my leg and I collapsed next to Cartman. He smiled and nodded, and kicked me in the other shin. I screamed, as did a few of the spectators.
"You worthless kike, I did it for a reason, and you know that-" I pulled my eyes closed tight hiding the tears about to fall. "You know that you don't even have the right to live-" A flash of rage hit me like a wave, and I sprung up through the pain, and punched him in the jaw. He stumbled back, and wiped a long bloody streak across his face.
"If there was anyone on this planet who didn't deserve to live, it would be you!" I spat, swinging again. This time, he fell over holding his nose and yelling in agony. I stood over the whimpering boy, and eyed his nose which was clearly broken. When he noticed my shadow, he looked away.
"You fucking piece of shit," He coughed. I wrinkled my nose in disgust, and turned to walk away. My feet carried me so quickly, it was almost a run. I was almost to the school doors when I heard someone gasp behind me. I glanced back, only to have Cartman's fist slam against my jaw. I fell to my knees, arms covering my face. Drops of blood fell onto my pants, his face almost completely covered in it. His foot came at my stomach so hard it knocked the wind out of me. He kept kicking me, keeping a sick pace. Feeling like I would break open, I turned over. As soon as I did, he stomped on my back, sending a crack up my spine. I screamed in agony, but he didn't stop. You could hear the bones cracking through bloody screams. I accidentally moved one of my arms away from my sides, which was crushed under Cartmans weight. There was a sickening rip, and I gaped at my arm, overwhelmed in pain, and looked at the bone poking through my skin. He smiled, as if it were a victory. This made me go numb. He couldn't win. I pushed myself, weak and in bloody tears to stand up. He stared, eyes wide at the damage he had done. "I wish you were dead." Cartman, of all people, started to cry. I took this as an opportunity to grab a rock, and bash it against his head. He looked at me, shocked, but his eyes slowly narrowed and rolled back in his head. The second he hit the ground, I began stomping on his chest, breaking almost all of his ribs.
"Kyle!" A shriek erupted behind me, but I kept going. "Holy shit, Kyle stop your going to kill him!" I felt a pair of arms wrap around my waist and pull me to the ground once again. Stan had a horrified look plastered to his pale face, as he sat their, restraining me. I attempted to kick Cartman one last time, but Stan pinned me to the ground. My arm gushed blood, and when he saw this, he left his place and puked. Sirens rang in the distance, getting closer by the second. With every blink, my vision grew cloudier. Flashing lights approached fast, and I watched as paramedics ran to Cartman, beaten to a bloody pulp, and loaded him on a stretcher. I smiled to myself, as I watched the ambulance doors close. I had won. It was my win, and only mine. More paramedics rushed towards me, spewing useless commands. I allowed them to hoist me onto a stretcher, just as perfect white flakes began to fall from the sky. I wheezed, trying to gather what it took to stay breathing. A hand reached over and pressed a mask to my face, and I gulped in air, savoring the taste. The sky grew dark, but slowly, everything grew into nothing but black. There was only one thing on my mind before I passed out, and that was victory.
The ceiling fan spun, sending the smell of blood and sterile sheets under my nose. I could tell where I was, judging by the thin blankets and sound of machinery by my side. I slowly opened my eyes just to reassure my judgment, and sure enough, I was in the hospital. My left arm was heavily bandaged and slung just above my pillow, so thin it couldnt even count as a pillow. My right arm on the other hand had so many wires coming from it, it looked mechanic. When I tried to adjust, I became aware of the brace on my back. It wasnt near a full body cast, but a large band making it difficult to bend over. I looked around the white room, utterly numb, and slammed my head back down against the pillow causing the bed to shake. I heard a door open, and shut just as quickly. A nurse made her way around the curtain and fiddled with some of the machines to my side, and then looked at me, surprised. "Your...your awake! Welcome back," She exlaimed, smiling. "Your parents left about an hour ago, and I think they'll be back this evening," Pulling a strand of hazel hair behind her ear, she retreated to the bottom of my bed and took the clipboard. "Are you feeling okay? Is there anything I can get you?" I bit my lip, and gasped at the sudden pain. My fingers reached up, and felt a long line of stitches on the inside of my mouth. "How about some more pain medication," She asked, almost requesting it. I nodded and layed back as she injected a orange liquid in the bag above my head. I watched it travel through the thin tube, and into my arm. I sighed, and rubbed my lip, not at all hurting anymore. "You should be glad your okay; your frien- uh...classmate wasnt so lucky." My eyes snapped open and I stared at the nurse. Her smile disappeared, and a look of worry crossed her face.
"What happened...is he okay?" I choked out. I quickly cleared my throat, forcing the sympathy away. She hestitated, and set down the clipboard.
"I'll bring you some juice, try and get some rest." She walked quickly away from my sight, breathing heavily. I glared, realizing the stitches on my face.
"Hey! Is he okay?" I yelled. Her footsteps came to a hault, and she slowly poked around the curtain. "What happened to him?" I clenched my teeth, knowing well what happened.
"He's currently in the ICU," My eyes widen, and I feel an urge to vomit. "He...he's in a coma." A wave of guilt washes over me, but I swallow it and just nod. "We...we're trying everything, but...six ribs, and his leg, not to mention his head..." She brought a hand over her mouth, and I saw a tear run down her tan cheek. "It...it's not very likely that..." I felt myself on the verge of tears, but shook it away. That fat basterd deserved what he got. He had never thought in his wildest dreams that I would have ever done what I did, and that's why I did it. He had always assumed that he could get away with everything, and make a fool out of me. I pushed it out of my mind- put him out of my mind, until I was forced to see it with my own eyes. That was the last straw. That piece of shit had it coming, and I didnt regret a thing I did or said. The nurse broke into quiet sobs, and I glanced away, knowing what she would say next. Almost in whisper she said something, and then looked at me to make sure I understood. "...that he will...will...make it." She made her way from the room, and quietly shut the door. As soon as I heard the click, I let all my emotions flood from me. I cried for hours. I cried until I saw the sun set and the room grow dark from through the blinds. I cried all through the night. I cried, because for once, I felt guilty. After endless hours, my cheeks were flushed and my face was soaked. A final wet stream ran onto my gown, and it started all over again. My eyes burned. My head ached as if I had just been shot, and then was beaten and shot again. The pain medication had long since worn off, but I was already numb from the shaking. A doctor came once in all this time to change my water, but after that, I was completly alone. I was alone, left to know that I had just killed my best friend.