A/N: Thanks for reviews!! This one isn't a slash but I was thinking about how my best friend went to Sydney and didn't come back so I thought of making a really sweet south park soppy kind of thing. I'm not to good at emotional stuff but -La-Resistance-Lives-On- is really good at it- I suggest you all read 'The rosary'- saddest and one of the best- This didn't happen to me but I thought since this is such a big issue it would be important to write about. Thanks- Oh yeah Btw its school holidays in Australia!! That means more random one shots!
Disclaimer: Like south park Omg.u.killed.kenny? No I love it! Do you own it? No so stop making me cry!
When he left….
I remember the weekend before he left me alone like it was yesterday…
I see Stan running up to me; his fourteen year old birthday had just passed. He was wearing the broadest grin I had ever seen. Though I just stand in my usual place at the bus stop- Cartman rolls his eyes and Kenny eyes Stan suspiciously as he skids to a halt, panting for breath, still with that smile.
After a while he calms down, he's holding a tiny pocket booklet "Dude guess what! I have the best idea! We can do this!"
He holds up the booklet- in neat little letters it reads 'FORTY HOUR FAMINE' on the front. My heart sinks as I'm about to let my best friend down.
Cartman lets out a cruel laugh "HA! Why the hell would I go without food for 40 hours because some kids are as poor as Kenny?"
Stan frowns and Kenny adds "Dude shut up! Sorry Stan I can't- no one in my family will donate" He looks slightly embarrassed about this fact.
Stan turns to me with a hopeful gleam in his eyes "I know you will Kyle right?" His hearts always in the right place, that's why it hurts to say no.
"Stan you know I would but-" Even now I can see his face start to fall as the smile slips slowly away- this sad look makes me feel so inadequate I want to curl up and disappear "I have diabetes dude! I'll pass out if I try"
To my surprise he smiles and shakes his head "No, dude that's the thing! I did some research and you can take these little candies called Barley sugars to keep your blood sugar up"
"Well…
OK if you're really sure"
"Dude trust me!" I always do. I did as well; we raised a lot of money.
The next weekend he said his goodbyes. I didn't think I would cry, I'm a boy and boys don't cry. But I did.
I've shut my self off from everyone around me. I hate them all. I have no fire in my soul to inspire me anymore since he left…
Even then I was small for my age. A skinny little Jew with not enough meat on his bones, since he left I stopped eating as much.
I'm not anorexic and before you say anything I'm not in denial either (A/N cough cough denial cough cough). I just don't want to do anything anymore since he left. After all I had lost my fire. I have no inspiration to do anything anymore.
It's been a year. I wake up and get ready for school. I don't try anymore. I don't care anymore. Not since he left. My mum greets me as I come down the stairs. She leaves the kitchen after she places eggs, toast and orange juice in front of me. I skull the juice and take one bite of toast. I throw the rest in the bin.
How do I survive with diabetes like this? Well you can thank Stan for that. Barley sugar is my secret. It keeps me going.
I pop one into my mouth as my mum comes back into the kitchen "Finished already Bubula? Here you are I packed your lunch for you" I thank her and grab my bag before walking to school.
It's the third week back in the first term. As I'm walking I get one of my usual dizzy spells and pop another barley sugar into my mouth.
What's the point? The world will go on even if I'm not here anymore. Why did he have to leave and take my fire with him?
As I walk through the doors of SPHS, I notice the walls are dissolving. Time for another barley sugar, I always try to hide my thinness by wearing baggy clothes.
I meet with Kenny at my locker and close my eyes. My head hurts.
"What do we have first?" I ask him in a husky voice
"Dude its three weeks in and the Kyle Broflovski hasn't memorised his timetable yet?"
Shut the fuck up Kenny. I have no energy for this.
"Just tell me Kenny"
"We have physical education"
I groan "Great" I say aloud "Just the thing I want to do. Run around all first period. Maybe I should go home sick" I feel hungry and wish I hadn't thrown my lunch over the neighbour's fence now.
"Dude don't worry its theory"
Good.
Kenny sighs "Too bad we don't have any classes with-"
I interrupt "Kenny do you think he'll come back?"
I finally open my eyes. He's giving me a pitiful look "Dude he hasn't rang in a year. He hasn't contacted any of us. I know it's hard but face it- he's forgotten about us"
I manage all the strength I can muster "Don't say that! You're lying! Shut up!"
I can't face it. It's impossible that the one person that caused my fire didn't have... Wasn't my… Doesn't… Whoa I'm dizzy.
I rush off to the nurse's office ignoring Kenny calling out to me "I'm sorry Kyle but it's the truth!"
I look in a mirror as I'm passing and almost faint. I'm as pale as a pillow and thinner than usual. Happy 1 year anniversary right?
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I'm at home. I had a banana and that was it. As soon as I ate it I regretted it. I was just heading back to my room when the phone rings.
"Hello?"
"Kyle? Is that you?"
I-I-I don't believe it- it's him!
"Is that-"I can't bear to say his name.
"Dude I'm so sorry I didn't ring! I lost your phone number during the move and then things got busy and while I was doing my annual clean up of my room I found my phone book!"
I laugh "I thought you would have memorised it"
"Dude no I just-"
"Just shut up ok?" I can feel the tear well up in my eyes "Just shut up"
"Kyle listen-"
"No you listen! I swear to God if you don't get your fat ass back to South Park I'm going to kill you Cartman!"
It's been a whole year since I've said his name.
I hear him chuckle in the background. It fills me with joy. Every time we shot at each other- we were strengthened. When he went away- it was taken away from me. Now I've heard his laugh I don't feel weak anymore.
"Well I missed you too Jew"
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