Chappeh One: Darkness has its secrets.

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You ever get the feeling something is missing? Something you know you should have right now but for some unknown reason you don't have it? Well, that's exactly how i felt. Usually people figure out what it is that's missing. Or they have an idea as to why they feel something is missing. I, on the other hand, didnt have a clue. I didnt even know why or when this feeling starting coming to me. It just sorta happened one day. I sighed deeply and looked around at the sight in front of me. I was sitting in my open window looking out at the other houses. It was dark so I couldnt see much that wasn't illuminated by the dim street lights. My eyes almost immediately wandered over to my friend Stan Marsh's house. Stan and I had been friends since God knows when. It was always Cartman, Kenny, Stan and Kyle. Usually literally in that order too. We were all good freinds yeah, but Stan and I had this sort of connection that the others just couldnt touch. My eyes quickly darted down to the door of Stan's house as I saw the light to his front porch flick on and the door open. His house is so close I could just barely hear him cursing at the automatic light system and it quickly went dark as he flicked the switch. I chuckled softly. It was ever so obvious that he was sneaking out. But where was he going? That question was quickly answered when i saw him stop at the road, take out his cell phone, and i felt mine vibrating. Well, who woulda thought that.

"Hey there, where ya goin?" i answered with a smirk.

"What?" I watched him look up at my window and roll his eyes with a smile.

"Your house if its cool?" he asked.

I smiled down at him and glanced at the ladder that was still propped up against the house from when Ike tried to sabotage my window by loosening the sliding plates on it. He was always trying to get me injured or killed. They were always rather sad and childish attempts that earned him a grounding from mom and dad and an aggitated slap upside the head from myself.

"Yeah sure just be careful. Ike got the old wooden ladder when he was pranking me last week. It might not be too sturdy." my eyes went from him back to the ladder then to him again.

He nodded. "Cool. I'll be up in a minute." He hung up.

I got out of the window and went over to my closet. I was currently wearing a white wife beater and dark baggy punk jeans. I grabbed my MCR hoodie and checked my reflection in the mirror. I knew it was just Stan coming but I had to look atleast half way decent. My hair had finally lost its curlyness, thank God, and just had a simple wave to it. I used a straightener on it everyday tho, and nowadays it hardly needed it, but i used it anyway. (Now i cant really describe it but, you guys kno Simple Plan? And you know how the bassist David Desrosiers has his hair? Like parted to the side and going over one eye? Well thats how Kyle's is.) It was just last year that i decided to dye the tips black. It looked good I thought, and it fit me well. I shook it a little to give it that messy ruffled look and shrugged. I heard a loud thud on the floor next to my window and a very clear, "Fuck!". I jumped slightly and turned to see Stan laying on his back on the floor. I couldnt help but laugh. He glared at me and stood up.

"Nice trip?" i asked smirking.

"Man, fuck you." he said laughing.

"No thanks, dont know where that thing's been." i said casually pointing to his crotch.

He swatted at my hand and mumbled asshole. He walked over to my bed and sat down. That's when i noticed he had a bag with him.

"So..Kyle, do you think i could stay here? Like for the weekend? Or something.." he asked quietly.

I usually had the lights off in my room but i felt i needed to see his face clearly. I walked over to my door and flipped the light switch flooding the room with light. I heard a small yelp come from Stan and I looked at him. I gasped. It was horrible..

There was blood on his shirt and some on his face. He had various cuts and bruises on his eye and mouth and some random bruises on his face and arms. I slowly walked to him. He just lowered his head and didnt even try to hide the injuries. I placed my hand on his shoulder gently and felt him jump slightly.

"Stan..who..who did this to y-you? I stammered. It was so shocking. Not just the fact that he was so badly injured, but the fact that he would let someone do this to him. He was always the type to fight back. Never got beat up in school. Almost always won his fights. Why would he let someone win now?

"I don't know why he did it. I was only trying to help mom like he wanted. First he just slapped me. Then when i tried to get away..i called him a bastard..and then he..he-" he stopped talking and sounded choked up. I could tell he was crying. I sat down beside him and put my arm around his shoulders. He almost immediately turned into me and rested his head on my shoulder sobbing. I put my other arm around him and whispered to him, trying to calm him. After about an hour he had stopped crying and for about the past ten minutes i just held him there listening to him breathe. He moved a little and looked up at me. I looked at him and carefully pushed the hair away from his face to see the wounds better. He winced as my fingers gently brushed across the bruised part of his cheek. I dropped my hand and looked into his eyes.

"Stan..I want you to tell me what happened..and who did this..but..im not gonna make you..just tell me what you want to tell me when you want to...if you never tell me then..its all good. Im always here for you no matter what." i said quietly. I saw his eyes fill with tears again. One slowly slid down his cheek and dropped onto my hand. My heart melted. I couldnt stand this. I reached up and whiped the tears away from his cheek and placed my hand on his cheek.

"I-I..I l-love you Stan..you're the best thing in my life right now..and..and..I dont want to lose you..you're my best freind.." i whispered as a tear fell from my own eyes. I saw him hsut his eyes tight then re-open them.

"Thanks Kyle.." he whispered and hugged me. I wrapped my arms around him and held him close as we both cried out eyes out. I guess we must have fell asleep that way. The next thing i remember is waking up and seeing nothing but raven black hair. I looked over at the still open window and it looked like it had to be atleast five or six in the morning. I glanced at my clock and saw that i was right. 5:44. I smiled and closed my eyes again pulling Stan a little closer. It wasnt long before I was back asleep.

I really did love him.