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Chapter 4
Kyle walked home about an hour after the Kenny incident. When he walked in the door his mother smiled at him. "Hello Bubbe you were at the funeral for an awful long time".
Kyle glared at her and went upstairs. 'How can she be thinking about how long I was gone when Stan is freaking dead!' Kyle thought angrily to himself.
He walked into his room and slammed the door behind him. He quickly changed back into his normal clothes and collapsed onto his bed with his face in his pillow. He just laid there for awhile until he heard a knock on his door. "Kyle dinner's ready,' said Sheila from the hallway.
"I'm not hungry!" Kyle shouted through his pillow.
He then continued to lie there hoping that his mother would leave.
"Okay honey I'll just leave some for you in case you get hungry," said Sheila then left.
Kyle rolled over onto his back and sighed with relief when he heard his mom's footsteps go down the stairs. He wasn't mad at his mother he just wanted to be left alone.
About an hour later of lying on his bed Kyle fell asleep. All that night he had memories/nightmares about Stan. He dreamt of how authorities had searched all around the base of the waterfall the day of the accident and found nothing. He had visions of Stan's sobbing parents and of Stan's funeral. When he had the horrible vision of Stan falling down the waterfall Kyle shot up in bed screaming.
He looked around his dark room wildy taking quick breaths and realized that it was only a dream. Then he realized that it wasn't just a dream. All the visions he had actually happened.
Kyle reached a hand under his pillow and pulled out a red glove. It was Stan's glove that had slipped out of Stan's hand the day of the accident. Kyle held the glove in his had squeezing it between his figures as he thought of all the good times he had with his best friend.
Kyle had never once thought that Stan was going to die before him. Kenny died all the time but that was different, he always came back. It burned him to think that Cartman was really the only friend he had left since Kenny was currently dead too. Actually Cartman was the only person he hung out with (not friend) now since Cartman was a terrible friend and Kyle hated him. Cartman didn't even try to comfort him at the funeral. He just sat there silently, called Kyle a "stupid Jew" and left. This angered Kyle beyond belief on how he didn't seem to care about Stan.
Eventually after all this thinking about Stan, Kyle realized how exhausted he felt and fell back asleep with Stan's glove still in his hand.
It wasn't until about noon the next morning that hunger drove Kyle out of his room. His mom had told him that he didn't have to go to school earlier that day. Although he had been up for hours either silently crying or thinking about Stan he looked like he had just woken up. He had slept in his normal clothes that were now all ruffled and wrinkled. He had dark shadows under his eyes but he really didn't care how he looked at the moment.
As soon as he reached the bottom of the stairs he jumped in surprise to the sound of someone knocking on the front door.
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