Hey guys (: this is my first fan fiction! :OO I am a really crappy writer, but it's 4 am and I got bored. So I hope you enjoy! xD
Disclaimer: I don't own South Park. If I did, they would probably all be gay. o.o
Song: Jumper by Third Eye Blind
Intro:
In small but hectic town in Colorado, there is a teenage boy standing on his high school's roof. This boy is tall for 17, and was lanky. His curly red hair is spilling out from a battered green ushanka. The boy's name is Kyle Broflovski.
(Kyle's POV)
The angry boy, a bit insane,
Icing over a secret pain,
Your know you don't belong
What's the point of life? Pain? Suffering? That seems to be what my life is comprised of. I'm that Jewish dork who gets good grades. Oh, I'm also gay with homophobic parents. That's just the icing on my cake of depression.
You know, South Park is a pretty place. You can see almost all of it from my spot on the roof. Its autumn and the leaves are starting to fall. The beauty masks the horror of who lives in this godforsaken town. I'm talking about my daily tormentors: Craig, Token, and Clyde. And you can't forget the fat bastard Cartman. Fatass and his posse remind me every day that I'm an outcast, a freak. They are the reason I'm depressed, the reason I'm suicidal.
You're the first to fight,
You're way too loud
You're the flash of light on a burial shroud
I know something's wrong.
A crowd is forming below me. They're pointing up, whispering to their friends. They are too neutral to try and stop me, too afraid of conflict. I smile grimly. I remember when I used to have a ton of friends. I would probably be down there right now, yelling about something insignificant. If I had never come out of the closet, I would have a normal life. Well, as normal as life could get in South Park.
I can see my two friends running up to the crowd below me. Kenny and Stan were the only ones who have stayed beside me. They are my true friends. We used to watch Terrance and Phillip all night, and play Guitar Hero all day. But then, I became depressed and isolated. I think they realized, and they tried to help me. They can't, though. No one can.
Everyone I know has got a reason,
To say
Put the past away.
"Kyle!" Stan screams up, desperately. "Don't jump! I know you are depressed, but let go of the past!"
I tune him out. It's time. I stand right on the ledge, my toes just going over the edge. Kenny and Stan are yelling, which causes a single tear to roll down my cheek. I brush it away angrily, trying not to think about how much I will miss them. There isn't any point in crying. I mutter a quick prayer to Moses and take the final step, a small smile on my face.
Kyle Broflovski committed suicide on September 24, 2011. He was rushed to the hospital and was immediately pronounced dead. Every Saturday you can see his two best friends carrying a guitar up to the high school roof. Every Saturday, they play the same song.
Wish you would step back from that ledge my friend
Wish you could, cut ties with all the lies
That you've been living in
And, if you don't want to see me again
I would understand.
D'aaaw Kyle :'(
Well, it's over! Thanks for reading, favorite if you like, it make sure to rate!
I'm a brand new writer, so constructive criticism please
Oh, and if you like this story, put it on alert. I'm working on a picture to go with it, and I'm a better drawer than a writer xP.
Lot's of luurve,
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