Hey guys!
Its me again! (Omg. The Uwe Boll of the fanfiction scene. Very funny!)
Back to topic. Im back with a new story! A story that has much to do with the loss of friends, depression, love and other things. But im not alone with this project. I was so smart to get a new beta reader who had good writing skills. Also check her out too: DiamondDollDark
I dont own South Park and the characters in it. Theres the great work of Trey Parker and Matt Stone. The Idea for this story belongs to me. If you want to repost this story in any other sites. Please ask (I dont bite!)! And then please metion me and DiamondDollDark. Thank you!
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-Chapter ONE-
-Prolouge-
Stan's POV
Its been half a year ago. Half a year ago today, my best friend, no; My super best friend Kyle died. Ripped out of the life. Like that's nothing. On that day we were playing on the playground. We played some football and the ball flew out of the playground in the garden of a house. Kyle got out of the playground to get the ball back while i got something to drink. A few moments later I heard the squeaks of a car and CRASH. It had ran him over. Haunting pictures were in my head of Kyle being hit by the car.
I run out of the playground and saw a brown car standing on the sidewalk and a men kneeling by someone who laid unconscious on the ground. When I looked closer I saw my friend Kyle. I run as fast as I can to him and then i saw him. His orange jacket and his pants are torn. On his hands and knees were some scrapes and some bruises. Then there was his head. On his forehead were a big blue bulge and the blood spread out of his nose. I grabbed my best friend by his shoulders and tried to wake him up. But he didn't wakes up. His eyes were open but he didn't show any reaction.
Not on my shaking. Not on my begging or screams. Nothing. His eyes were just open and stared to the side. Later in the hospital the doctors could only determine his brain death. While the doctor came with the bad news I was in his hospital room and sit beside him while he just looked on the ceiling. The heartbeat sensor was the only thing that showed me that my best friend is alive. The doctor standing besides me tells me that the accident did some damage to his brain but not his internal organs. He said that Kyle is some kind of dead.
Few hours later his parents came to the hospital to see their boy laying on his death bed. His mother cried while his father tried to comfort her. He was on the verge of tears and breaking down for the lost of his son overwhelmed him too. The doctor asked if they should turn off the machines to give him the peace he deserves. Or leave the machines on to keep his soulless body alive. His parents accept to turn off the machines to give Kyle his rest.
No. He can't do it. They can't do that. They can't let my friend die. Doesn't this doctor have any honor? Or a heart? The flat line and horrible long beep of the heartbeat sensor showed everyone it was too late. Kyle was dead. Some nurses tried to take me out of Kyle's room but I resisted to go with them but they were too strong for me. The last thing I saw from my best friend was when the doctor unplugged the heartbeat sensor and declared Kyle as dead.
Now a half year later a few things changed. The whole class isn't the same since Kyles gone. Almost everyone from my class were at his funeral. Even Cartman showed up and put a bunch of flowers on his grave. But there was only one person who wasn't at his funeral. Me! It was to hard for me to "Say Goodbye" to my Super best friend. The boy that been with me thick and thin even if I was stupid and sometimes a terrible friend to him. Before his family moved away from South Park (they tried to run away from the accused memory. Pathetic; really, but I couldn't blame them) they gave me a few things from Kyle as memory. A few photos, some of his favorite toys and his green ushanka. I know it was a nice gesture from them but I just take them and put them in my closet on a place where I can't see them. I just cant see his things. They're weren't even his things anymore.
He's dead.
Gone Forever and to say that he's dead is the worse pain I've ever felt.
Since Kyle's death, I don't even talk with Wendy anymore. She tried everything to take me out of my depressing thoughts. But everything she tried reminds me on him. Kyle use to try everything to cheer me up when I'm miserable but Wendy wasn't the same. I cant that she tried all and everything to rescue our relationship but two months later, we broke up. She said she can't pick me up when I'm dragging us both down. We don't even talk after the break up. She tried but Kyle was more important to me.
But today. It was a normal school day like any other day. The students were in their seats finishing homework at the last minute. Some were in their own little groups talking. Kenny, Cartman and Butters were talking about something I don't care about. See, a few weeks after Kyle's death, Cartman and Kenny invited Butters in our group to be our forth friend. Kinda how Tweek was brought into the group when Kenny was gone. Cartman says our group has become more dynamic because Kyle was always so similar to me. Plus he still has a victim to ridicule. What a lier and a b***! Cartman knows damn well he misses the way Kyle would fight back. And deep inside him, behind this mountain of fat he missed him like everyone of our group. Butters was nice but he could never fill the hole Kyle leaves. Nothing could replace him and fill the hole.
Later, Mister Garrison came in the class to start the lesson.
"Okay children, take your seats." the teacher said as he goes to his desk. Now was usually the time I doze off from Garrison's rambling about which movies should become a reboot and just think about the funny times i had here when Kyle was alive. I know I'm mentally torturing myself and should just let go. But you still don't know the half of it. The melancholy.
"Before we start our lesson. Let me introduce someone. Our new student!" said Mister Garrison. I was still playing flashbacks in my head of Kyle because why should I care about a new student? My best friend died six months ago. That is enough torture. Nothing could cheer me up. But then I thought, one glance couldn't hurt right? I should, at least, see what the new student looks like. So I raised my head and saw the unimaginable.
"That cant be..." I said, baffled. This is unbelievable!
"This is Kylie!" Mr. Garrison said.
