What Is Today If Yesterday Is Tomorrow?

CHAPTER 6: Kyle Broflovski

Day: Monday

~By ViraLayton~

~CO-WRITTEN BY MARIO_MARTINO~

Kyle walked into class on Monday and saw Stan with his head down on the desk. There was at least five minutes before the bell rang, so he walked over to his desk.

"Dude, You alright?" he looked up at Kyle with glassy eyes.

"Do I l-l-look it?" he was shaking.

"What happened?" Stan pulled a sheet of paper out of his notebook and scribbled something on it.

Someone came into my room last night and tried to strangle me

"You're kidding me." Stan grabbed his collar, which Kyle just noticed had been up the entire time, and pulled it down, revealing a large black bruise all the way around the base of his neck. "Who would do that?"

"Do what?" Kenny walked up behind them. Stan nodded and Kyle whispered it into his ear. "Cartman."

"What?"

"It's either Cartman or Cartmine. They're scaring Stan so they can get Kyle." Kyle looked startled.

"Did you see who it was?" Kyle enquired. Stan nodded. "Who?"

"I pulled off his mask and it was you."

"What?" the other boys chorused.

"But that was just a mask. I ripped that one off but didn't see his face."

"Did he leave anything else?"

"A pentagram of black roses on my floor."

"Hm." the bell rang signalling the start of class. Mr. Garrison told them that this was the last day for the partners' thing and by the end of the day; they would be alone. The class whooped when Mr. Garrison told them. Kyle looked over to Stan, who looked like he was crying.

Kyle was walking to the right of Stan going home. He was shaking. Kyle breathed out a small cloud of white.

"Dude, you're fine." he whispered when Stan looked behind him for the tenth time.

He instantly turned on him. "No, it's not, Kyle. I almost died last night, so it's fine for me to be on the edge." he yelled. "I'm sorry dude-"

"No, I should be apologising." Stan smiled for the first time that day. "Anywa-"

"KYLE!" he turned toward the sound. Someone had Stan's arm behind his back and a knife to the side of his face. Someone pushed Kyle into the ally after him. He fell to the ground.

"What's happening?" Kyle whispered.

"I don't know." Stan shut his eyes. Don't give up. Please, for the Love of god, Stan, don't. He thought. Stan smiled weakly.

"Nice."

"Thanks."

The man that had pushed Kyle into the ally pulled him off his feet.

"Cartman." he growled.

"Stan, Kyle. I think you know how this is gonna go down." he gestured to the man holding Stan. SHE took off her mask. "Thank you, Cartmine." she smirked. "You do know, don't you?"

"No, fatass, we don't." Stan growled. She must have tightened her grip, because Stan squeaked.

"I'm going to have lovely Cartmine here do what she didn't finish. Killing Stan." Kyle saw Stan's face go into a look of horror. She threw her knife to Cartman and grabbed Stan by his neck, pinning him a few feet off the ground. Cartman pulled Kyle off his feet and turned him to look at him. "And you're gonna watch." Kyle glimpsed Stan's face turn purple. He tried to shake Cartman off.

"STOP!" they all looked at him. "Don't hurt him. If you're gonna kill someone, kill me." he stood up straight with his back at the end of the ally. Cartman grinned.

"Even better. Killing a Jew." Cartman gestured for Cartmine to put Stan down.

"That just makes you Hitler." stan said after she did.

He gave a goofy smile. He pinned Kyle against the back wall and teases him with the knife. "I think I'll make it fast, but not instant, and painful." Oh god, this is it. "Any last words?" kyle nodded.

"Stan, Thanks for being my best friend." stan gave him a small smile. Carman put the knife up to his heart and presses down slowly. It broke through his jack then touched his skin. Kyle shut his eyes and took a slow breath.

Cartman plunged the knife halfway into his chest. Kyle screamed. He felt tears stream down his face. Cartman pulled out the knife. Kyle stumbled forward and landed on his knees.

"KYLE!" stan screamed. He struggled against Cartmine's grip. Blood trickled out of Kyle's mouth and out of the gaping scar in his chest. He was breathing irregularly. He moaned in pain. "Kyle…" he looked up at stan.

"Thank you." he felt Cartman put a hand on his back and pull him back against the wall. He stabbed him once more, right underneath the other wound and plunged the knife in all the way. Kyle was to numb to scream. Cartman left the knife in him and cartmine dropped Stan.

He ran over to him. "Kyle… Oh my god." stan was crying. Kyle shut his eyes. "NO!" he opened up his eyes again. "Don't you dare." he sobbed. He looked at the entrance of the ally. Kenny was walking by. "KENNY!" he turned and looked.

"OH MY GOD!" he ran over, his hood falling off in the process. "What the hell?" he put hus hand on the handle of the knife. Kyle braced himself and kenny tugged it out as fast as he could. Kyle tried not to scream, but couldn't fight off the feeling.

"Where's your phone?" stan asked. "Never mind, I'll find it." he leaned him forward and pulled it out of his back right pocket. Stan handed it to Kenny. "Call 911." he nodded, took the phone and walked to the mouth of the ally. Stan gave Kyle a lug, not caring that his blood was all over his jacket.

"Stan, what kind of world do we live in?" he asked. Stan smiled.

"we live in a World So Cold."

"Where Love is divided by hate." he leaned back against the wall.

"Why?" stan asked. "Why did you do it?"

"Because I was the one Cartman wanted. And I couldn't stand to have him kill you. Kyle wrapped his best friend in a hug. Stan was still crying, and now Kyle was, too. "Holding my last breath. Thank you, Stan." shut his eyes and breathed out his last breath.

"NO!" stan put his hands on his shoulders and shook him. "Oh no. no. n-n-n-no. Kyle, open your eyes. Kyle?! KYLE!" his voice cracked. Kenny looked over and bowed his head. Stan put his head on his friends shoulder and kept crying.

Kenny put his hand on Stan's shoulder. "I'm so sorry." stan didn't answer. "I, uhm…" kenny couldn't find anything to say. He sat with them until the ambulance and police arrived.

Kyle?

Kyle, c'mon dude.

Kyle, it's been a month.

You gotta wake up.

For me?

*Sigh* It's stan.

Dammit, Kyle Wake up!

Please.

… I miss you, Kyle.

Kyle. C'mon dude.

Kyle?

"Kyle?" I opened my eyes. The ceiling above was white. There was a constant beeping that sounded like it was a heartbeat monitor or something. "Kyle?" stan sounded hopeful. I sat up. I was in a hospital. Stan looked at me.

"Stan?" his face was lit up instantly. "Dude, what happened?"

"We were in a car accident with an 18-wheeler. We were all fine, I broke a rib, but you've been in a coma for a month." I nodded.

"Before I woke up, were you talking to me? Telling me to wake up?" he nodded guiltily. "Thanks." I slid over to the edge and swung my legs off. I went to stretch my arms, but Stan jumped up and stopped me. He gestured to my right shoulder. It was wrapped in a large bandage.

"You had your shoulder blow apart. It'll be fine when it heals." I shoved him.

"Quit moming me."

"I'm not your mom, bro." he joked. "did you have one of thoes weird dreams that people normally have?" I nodded. "Well?"

"I… the start was weird. The end was, well. Really… bad." he gave me a look that said 'I care, tell me' So I told him everything I remembered. Then I got to the end and froze.

"Kyle?" he stood up and put his hand on my shoulder. "What happened?" I looked up at him.

"Stan, Cartman almost killed you, and he killed me." he took a step back.

"What? How?"

"The girl Cartman tried to strangle you and I stepped in to save you. He pinned me against a wall and stabbed me straight in the heart." his face read horror. I looked at my lap. I was in a damn hospital gown. Dammit! Stan tilted my head up.

"But that was just a dream. This is reality. That never happened." he said.

"Then how'd that bruise get around the entire base of your neck?" he looked confused then looked in a mirror.

"Damn, I thought that was gone!" he mumbled.

"Some of that actually happened, didn't it?" I enquired.

"Just the creepy person in my room. Get your clothes, I'll sign you out." he started to walk away.

"Stan?" he turned to me and I motioned him over. He smiled at me.

"Yes?" I jumped off the bed and stood in front of him. I threw my arms around his neck. He laughed. "Dude, no Style, not here."

"We're the only ones here." I whispered. He laughed and wrapped his arms around me.

"In the shadow of a doubt you always seem to pull me through, Kyle"

"I promise that I'll do my best to understand." we both laughed.

"Thank you" he whispered, tightening his grip. I tightened mine, but not to much as to hurt him because of his bruise.

"Your welcome."

~To Be Continued "In Style"~

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Song References:

~"I hate everything about you-" "-So Why do I Love you?"~ I Hate Everything About You, 3 Days Grace

I, I Feel Like a Monster~ Monster, Skillet

~"Stan, What kind of world do we live in?" "we live in a World So Cold"~ World So Cold, 12 Stones

~"Holding my Last Breath"~ My Last Breath, Evanescence

~"In the shadow of a doubt you always seem to pull me through, Kyle" "I promise that I'll do my best to understand."~ Here I Go Again, The Sunstreak

Kthnxbi!

ViraLayton and MARIO_MARTINO