Torn Apart
Authors Note: Yay. First fan fiction ever! This is going to be more than one chapter, but I guess the feel of this fan fiction is really sad. If you are a person who can't stand depressing things, this fan fiction is probably not for you. Also, this chapter is all Kyle's memories. ^^ Enjoy~
"I love you."
I remember his last words. I sat in a corner in my room with my knees up to my chest. It had been two days since Stan was in a car wreck and severely injured. I couldn't stop worrying about my boyfriend. Stan had gotten into a fight with his drunken father and then tried to drive and get away.
"Stan Marsh, 17, was almost killed in a car wreck."
I felt a tear roll down my cheek and I wiped it away. "Please be okay Stan." I whispered this to myself. "I can't live without you." I layed back and closed my eyes.
The sound of a ringing telephone caught my attention and I sat up grabbing my phone. It was the hospital Stan was at. I answered it. "Hello?"
"Is this Kyle Broflovski?"
A receptionist had called me. "Yeah? What is it?"
"Stan requested we call you."
I blinked. "U-Um. I'll be over soon." I hung up the phone and sighed relieved. Stan was alive.
I remember getting up and quickly getting ready. I put my phone in my back pocket and walked out and down the stairs. I walked out my front door and unlocked my car. I quickly buckled up and pulled out my driveway.
"I love you."
Those words haunted my mind. I was nauseous from worrying so much. I kept my eyes fixed on the road and kept driving pulling into the hospital. As I felt myself walk in, the pain in my stomach increased.
As I walked in the hospital room, I remember running over and grabbing Stan's hand. "S-Stan?" I asked shaken and looked into his sapphire eyes. Stan looked up at me and tried to smile softly. "Hey…I'm sorry…"
"Don't apologize, Stan. I'm just glad you're okay." I sighed softly as I ran my thumb along one of his fingers.
We talked for hours before Stan got a call from his mother. She had called to tell him that she would be up soon.
"Stan…" I looked into Stan's eyes and laced our fingers together. "What did your mom have to say?"
"She told me she would be coming to see me soon." He sighed lightly.
I remember walking into the hospital room right before Stan would be released to go home. He was crying.
"Stan?"
The raven haired teen kept his gaze away.
"I-I'm moving."
I felt my heart sink and I ran over to him, hugging onto him.
"N-No!" I remember screaming and crying hysterically.
"Kyle.. I'm sorry." Stan hugged me back gently. "I'll come back, I promise Ky."
The next two weeks I remember watching Stan and his mom pack.
"I'll come back, I promise Ky."
That was Stan's last words before he moved from South Park to New York. My life without Stan is going to be a nightmare, And I really felt it was.