I shall continue to haunt you in your dreams, your have silenced me for so long but now I speak, so listen to my voice. My eyes were blinded by your murderous intentions but now I see, I see what you have become and what you have left me as. I have escaped the hell you placed me in for 13 years and now I have taken from you what you love most. I have taken back what is mine, what you stole from me all those years ago….
"WAKE UP WENDY!!"
Wendy
My eyes open with Stan vigorously shaking me with a look of concern I didn't expect. My body is covered in cold sweat… that nightmare…. It felt…. Oh God, please don't let it be him.
"Are you okay?" Stan asks in a serious tone.
"Yeah… just a really bad dream," I replied quietly to him. His eyes observe me closely, almost as if he is trying to see something… something inside of me. Almost as if he knows… but he can't know, I don't even know if it was real. It sounded so bizarre to me when mum first told me, it can't be him… there is no way it could be him. He's dead if he was real, I always thought it was just a little story mum told me…
"Wendy, you need to see a psychiatrist or something…" Stan said opening the curtains, the bright sun shone into my room. The blinding light was soothing, the darkness that surround my room was gone, now all that's left is the darkness in my mind. The flames of hell stole my light, now its burning me down.
"Stan, I'm not insane." I bluntly state, I was open to the idea of seeking help before but I can deal with this. I mean everyone loses their parents sometime in their life or at the very least someone they love. Did he love me or does he prefer the shadows he now sleeps in?
"I know you're not insane, it's just a special case. It doesn't mean you're insane, it might just be best to talk to someone about this. You were screaming in your dream, you woke me up." He gave me a warm smile, something that instantly put me at ease.
"Sorry about that… what was I screaming about?" I was kind of curious what I could have been screaming about, all I remember was… words.
"Uhh, it sounded like… I'm sorry Kurt or something, Kurt like an ex-boyfriend or something?" I gasped at the sound of his name.
"Ok… I'm going to see a shrink for sure now." I bluntly say, there is no way Stan could know his name.
"Who's Kurt?" Stan asked once again.
"He… he is dead if he was real, I thought of it as a story… but if he was real… I caused him so much pain…" Stan looked at me traumatised, I guess what I said was uncanny and if Stan didn't think I was insane before… he must think it now.
"I see, well you want breakfast?" Stan asked almost as if forgetting what I said.
"Yeah… I really badly want something to eat." I say getting out of bed.
Stan
I have no idea what was with Wendy this morning but it's something important, I want to help her with her situation but I don't want to force answers out of her. She might not be ready to reveal all the information about the fire, about her parents… about Kurt. Someone else has to know about Kurt…
"Hello children," Chef said as I entered his home. It had been a long time since I had seen Chef, he was always a good friend I could rely on for help. Chef had changed in some sense over the past few years. He has been married for 5 years and has a PHD in philosophy, if he can't help me… I don't know who can.
"Do you know of any… Kurt that ever lived in South Park?" I asked Chef after comfortably sitting myself on his couch.
"Kurt, hmm… yes there was one but we don't ever talk about him." Chef said.
"Why not? Who was he?" I ask.
"Kurt Testaburger… the oldest of the Testaburger children." Chef said. Something about his voice was distinctively not Chef, something about this issue bothered even Chef.
"Wendy's… brother? What happened to him?" I ask him, I was afraid… it wasn't that it was a fearful problem, it was Chef's voice. Chef has rarely shown discomfort about anything but…
"Well Stan, I can't tell you that. I would tell you normally but after what's happened to Wendy, it is her you should be questioning not me." Chef says dropping the topic completely.
"I don't want to cause her anymore pain,"
"Stan, friends are there to help each other and you and Wendy have been good friends for a while. Now she needs you more than ever, you have to add to her misery to help her come out of it. If she knows what happened then she would have tried to burry the truth and has never dealt with it. You need to help her deal with what happened." Chef said, it was obvious he wasn't going to help me. I need to figure this out with Wendy but… what if I cause more damage than good. What if this is something she can't deal with? Even Chef was nervous to talk about this, what ever happened to Kurt… it was something big.
There is nothing left for you here, now you feel like I have felt for so long. Now the flames are burning inside of you, there is no escape from me. I will chase you all nightmare long, I will make sure that you suffer for the rest of your days my darling little sister. I was trying to do what was best for you, I loved you but you hated me. Remember when we used to play? Those fun little games were once so entertaining, why did you end it all? How could you have discarded me so easily? Now its your time to feel the fire, the gasoline refugee will imprison you as well.