CHAPTER TWO:

Stan looked down at the paper in front of his desk. It had been three months since he lost Kyle, and he was still completely devastated. His family and friends were all worried about him, and had tried to get him help several times. But it never worked. It felt like every night he had the same dream. The same nightmare.

Stan and Kyle, both standing together, until something always takes Kyle away from him. Only being left with his bloodstained hat. He let out a sigh and looked down at the picture on his desk, it was a doodle of him and Kyle, watching the sunset together.

Suddenly he heard Mr. Garrison yell at him.

"Stan! Stan, are you listening to me? Stop drawing pictures of you and your stupid boyfriend and pay attention!" he screamed.

Stan blushed a little bit before looking down in embarrassment. "He was never my boyfriend."

He turned his head as he heard Eric laughing at him. "Fag!"

Stan growled. "Shut up, Cartman!"

But Eric just continued to laugh. Some other kids looked at the boy laughing with disgusted and annoyed looks on their faces. They obviously understood Stan's situation and didn't think it was funny. Knowing that he wasn't going to get Eric to shut up anytime soon, Stan just rolled his eyes and turned to look at Mr. Garrison.

"Eric shut up!" Mr. Garrison growled, just before the bell rang. Changing his attitude, Mr. Garrison continued, "I guess that's all the time we have today, kids. See you tomorrow."

All of the kids got up and ran out of the classroom, all but Stan. Stan just looked at the picture he had made of him and Kyle, watching the sun go down. He sighed loudly and got up and headed for the door, but Mr. Garrison stopped him.

"Stan, do you mind coming over here for a moment?" he asked.

Stan instantly walked over to the fourth grade teacher. "Yes?"

"Look, I get that you're having a hard time dealing with the fact that you lost your best friend and all, but you can't keep letting it interfere with your school work. Your grades have gone down ever since your loss, but you're going to have to face the facts sooner or later. Kyle is dead, and he's never coming back."

Stan looked down. He nodded slowly, although he felt what Mr. Garrison said in his last sentence was a little harsh. He knew Kyle was never coming back, but life had just gotten so hard without him.

Mr. Garrison noticed him nodding and instantly replied, "good. Also, I'm sorry for calling Kyle your boyfriend in front of everybody. I was just getting annoyed."

Stan looked Mr. Garrison right in the eyes, thinking of a reply.

"It's fine…" the raven-haired boy sighed before grabbing the picture he made and walking out of the classroom, to his locker.

He opened up his locker and taped the picture inside. He had a few pictures of Kyle in his locker, but not too many. He packed his backpack before putting it on and closing his locker. He sighed and walked out of the school, looking down at his feet on the way out. Some people whispered about him, but he didn't care. All he wanted was Kyle, and only Kyle.

As he left the building, he turned to the right, walking down the sidewalk. He noticed something in the road and looked over, seeing a dead cat in the road. Its guts were sticking out, and its white fur was covered in blood.

Disgusting.

He shivered and tried to get the gory image out of his mind. As he continued to walk, he noticed a few bloody paw prints on the sidewalk, slowly fading away. He looked up, not wanting to see them, but they disappeared quickly anyways. Once he was basically on the outskirts of town, he turned right, straight into the graveyard.

He always came straight to the graveyard right after school.

He scanned the graveyard, looking for the grave of his best friend. Once he finally found it, he kneeled down in front of it and began to cry a little bit.

"Hey, Kyle… I'm back," he said, looking directly at the tombstone in front of him.

"I brought something for you this time," Stan smiled, reaching into his bag.

He pulled out a rose and but it right in front of the tombstone. The rose was truly beautiful, but it sadly wouldn't last too long out in the cold.

"I hope you like it," Stan whispered.

He sat there for a moment, staring at the rose before continuing, "I also drew a picture of you and me, but I left it at school. I'll bring it to you some other time, so you can get to see it."

Stan sighed loudly and looked down at the snow below. "Oh, Kyle, I miss you so much!" he cried. "I just wish I could have saved you. I wish I never suggested we go into the woods that night, this is all my fault. I'm so sorry, Kyle. You had to pay the price for my mistakes."

Stan shook a little bit. "My stupid mistake…"

Suddenly he heard a tiny mew. At first, he thought it was just in is head, but then he heard it again. He looked around and saw a tiny ginger kitten appear behind Kyle's tombstone, looking up at him curiously. The kitten looked up at him sadly.

Stan sighed. "His fur's the same colour as Kyle's hair…"

The kitten walked up to him and meowed loudly. It was only then he realized that the kitten had blood all over it. Stan instantly remembered the bloody cat he had seen in the road.

This kitten must have been the cat's baby.

Feeling bad for the kitten, Stan picked it up and cradled it in his arms. The kitten purred loudly, snuggling with the boy.

Stan smiled a little bit. "I think I'm going to take you home. You don't have anywhere to go without your mother, do you?"

Stan put the little kitten on his head and carried his hat instead. He picked up his things and looked at Kyle's grave for a moment or two before letting out a long sigh. Hopefully this kitten would help him with his depression.

"Goodbye, Kyle," Stan said before walking off, the ginger fur ball resting in his hair.

He wiped away his tears as he walked down the street. It wasn't long before he came across the dead cat in the road again. A sad mewl came from the kitten on his head as they passed by. Stan pet the kitten, hopefully giving it some comfort.

"At least someone understands what I'm going through… poor little kitten." He mumbled.

Once they passed the lifeless figure in the road, the kitten looked down at Stan and swatted at his face, making loud purring noises. The young feline let out a cute mew and wagged its tail before swatting at the boy's face again.

"H-hey, knock it off, cat!" Stan complained.

Instantly the cat stopped and just stared down at the raven-haired boy's face, letting out another meow. Stan smiled for a second or two, but then memories of Kyle filled his brain.

Whenever Stan was upset, Kyle would always be there to comfort him. Like when he was still coping with the fact that Chef had left, and was probably never coming back. Kyle had held him close to him as they watched the sunset. He told him that everything would be all right, and how Chef was probably living a better life now.

Suddenly Stan started crying again, and his walk turned into a jog, which turned into a run. Stan ran all the way back to his house and up to his room, locking the door. His family noticed the cat he had and tried to talk to him, but he just ran right past them. They knew he'd probably just ignore them, so they just left him alone. They'd probably take the cat away later, unless the cat didn't cause too much trouble.

Stan instantly jumped onto his bed and began sobbing loudly into his pillow. Life without Kyle was just too hard for him. Sitting up, he rolled his sleeve up, revealing several nasty scars. He was living in pain, and barely wanted to go on. His horrible mistake got his best friend killed.

He looked under his bed for his razor and cloth, finding both within seconds. He sighed and put his arm on the cloth, holding the razor with his other hand. He was about to cut himself, but suddenly he felt something land on his arm.

It was the kitten.

Stan sighed. "Get out of the way…"

But the kitten didn't move and just let out a tiny meow. Stan tried to move the three-month-old kitten out of the way, but it refused to move. Instead, it began purring and rubbed against the boy's cheek.

Stan thought for a moment before putting the razor and cloth away. He smiled slightly and began to pet the kitten. It was hard to ignore something so cute seeking attention.

"Hey… I never gave you a name yet!" Stan remembered.

The tiny kitten looked up at the dark-haired boy, tilting its head in curiosity.

Stan looked around the room for inspiration, but all he saw were pictures of Kyle and the words 'I miss you' and 'come back I need you' and such written on the walls. He picked up one of the pictures from his from his dresser and looked at it, then back at the kitten. They honestly did look alike.

They had the same, curly, ginger hair and bright green eyes. The kitten also seemed sweet and caring, just like Kyle had been.

Fighting back the tears, Stan announced his new kitten's name. "In memory of my best friend, I'll call you Kyle."

The new Kyle let out an excited mew, before looking down at his paws.

Stan looked at the ginger fluff ball. "What's wrong?" he asked, but noticed the kitten was looking at the blood that soaked its fur.

"Oh, you must be thinking about your mother…" Stan sighed. "I know how it feels to lose somebody close to you. Just three months ago, I lost my best friend. His name was Kyle, too…"

Stan looked down. He couldn't fight back the tears anymore. He curled up and began crying once more. Kyle slowly approached the young boy cautiously and licked his cheek. Stan wiped his eyes and looked at the kitten, the kitten beginning to purr. Stan sighed before smiling once more.

"Hey, let's clean you up…" he grinned, picking the kitten up.

Kyle let out a confused mewl as Stan left the room and headed for the bathroom. Once he entered the bathroom, he closed the door and locked it. He bent over the bathtub and put Kyle inside, turning the water on.

Kyle, being a curious kitten, slowly approached the water. He touched it with his nose and jumped back with surprise, letting out several loud mews. Stan laughed a little bit. "Don't worry, everything's going to be fine."

The kitten looked up at Stan, calming down. It was like he understood every single word he said. Stan smiled and began to pet the kitten, Kyle letting out a loud purr. But the moment was interrupted when there was a sudden knock on the door.

"Stan, what's going on in there?" Stan recognized the voice of his mother.

"Uh, nothing, mom!" Stan quickly replied.

"Really, Stan? I know you have a cat in there. What are you doing?" His mother asked once more.

Stan rolled his eyes. "Mom, I'm only giving the kitten a bath. He's completely covered in blood. His mother got hit by a car."

His mother thought for a moment before replying. "Fine, but you better not be doing anything bad to the poor cat."

Stan listened as his mother walked away before turning back to Kyle, who sat patiently in the bathtub, slowly filling with warm water. He got some soap and rubbed it all over the kitten, the kitten meowing in confusion. Once Kyle was all soaped up, Stan put him under the warm water to rinse off. Kyle began to meow loudly and struggled to break free, but Stan wouldn't let go until Kyle was completely cleaned off.

The blood started coming out of his fur, until eventually all of the blood was out and had gone down the drain. Just to make sure Kyle was extra clean, Stan rubbed some more soap in his fur, making sure that there was absolutely no trace of the blood left. He then put Kyle under the warm water again, until all of the soap was gone.

Stan turned off the water and grabbed a towel. He looked at Kyle frantically run around, trying to get out of the tub. He laughed a little bit before picking up the kitten, placing it into the towel. He dried Kyle off with the towel, Kyle meowing a lot during the process. Once he was done he held the cute little kitten in the towel, but Kyle just looked up at him angrily.

Stan attempted to pet him, but Kyle was obviously mad about having to take a bath and hissed at him. The smile on his face turned into a frown when he remembered some of the arguments he had with Kyle. He sighed and wiped his eyes, since he was now beginning to cry. Stan walked out of the bathroom and back into his room, locking the door. He placed the kitten on the floor and laid down in his bed, staring up at the ceiling.

He just couldn't stop thinking about Kyle.

His one and only, taken away from him so quickly.

He rolled onto his side and looked under his bed, pulling out a rope.

No… what am I thinking. I shouldn't do this, he thought, hiding the rope again.

He sat up and looked out the window. It was just about sunset now. He looked down and remembered the time he had watched the sunset with Kyle, beginning to cry once more. He covered his eyes.

"Oh, why!" he sobbed loudly. Kyle was his best friend, and he was killed because of one of his stupid ideas.

He looked out the window again, trying to wipe the tears away. He was about to say something, but then he heard Kyle's adorable little mew behind him. Stan turned around, spotting his new kitten on the bed beside him.

Kyle meowed again before rubbing against Stan affectionately. Stan sighed and began to snuggle with Kyle. He tried to smile, but he just couldn't. The pain was just too much for him. He rubbed Kyle's belly playfully, hoping it would cheer him up and get his mind off of the real Kyle, but it didn't. He looked at all of the pictures and words on his walls, reading them quietly to himself.

He was so tired of everything, and he just wanted to end it all right here and now. But he knew he shouldn't. Although, it really was hard to go on with nothing making him happy.

Then he looked at his kitten, forcing a smile. Then back out the window.

"I really hope this new kitten can cheer me up… or else I'll be joining you up in the stars soon."

I hope you guys like this one! I really didn't know what to write, so I put some random ideas in it.