"My dad's..." I widened my eyes and looked at it, noticing then the tire swing and picture album. The door said 'Scottie and Eric' on it and he led me inside. I gasped at all of the baby stuff, and I swear you could imagine the laughter of a happy family in here. I looked at a wall full of signed names.
'Eric Cartman' Thats multiple signings and they all date up to yesterday. He handed me a sharpie pen that was green and started drawing the outline of a red heart. As soon as he was done he wrote 'Eric +' and I penciled in my name next to it. I added the date and devil ears with angel wings. He smiled and took me into a room with a small, locked box. He unlocked it and I widened my eyes, all of my ushanka's and old coats. I thought I gave them to dad to get rid of. Well, that would explain how dad gets the 40 dollars when he throws them away. I notice something at the bottom and frantically grab it. My 5th grade journal! I knew Cartman had it! I opened it to the one entry that would change my life forever.
'This is Eric Cartman, Kylie, I love you. I wrote this the day before I would bring you back here and, since I know it is a very hard day for you because I saw the sign Sheila put up, that dirty b**ch but I need to know Kylie, will you marry me? I mean... I totally understand if you wouldn't because I am a phsycopathic, parinoid, retarded, fatherless, fat, ugly, peice of trash. I love you Kylie. Forever and always.
-Eric Theodore Cartman'
I grinned madly and turned around to Eric, placing my lips firmly on his, and smiling widely.
"Of course retard!" He smiled and my eyes widened as I fixed my sight on a bloody knife. I looked at his long sleeve shirt and pulled up the sleve slightly to see a few scarring cuts. I look at his worried expression and I grab the knife and position it on my wrist.
"Kahlie! Don't!" He screamed and I sliced into my skin, I barely winced and he dropped next to me, looking at the gushing cut.
"Kylie... why?" He asked, confused. I rolled my eyes and dotted the I in my and Erics name with my blood.
"A promise. My blood will seal it." He nodded and began wrapping my wrist in a bandage like thing. I sighed and relaxed on him, falling into a deep slumber.
"Kaaahhhllliiieee!" Eric wails as I open my eyes. I look over and see him sobbing with a cut four inches deep on his arm. It spills blood and he sobs, screaming. I jump up and put my hands over it.
"Eric... its okay." I say, calming the bundle of nerves infront of me. He sobs into my shirt as I shush him, being careful to wrap his arm. He sobs... whispering various german words. I rub his back, soothing him as I lay him back down. He continues to sob in his sleep and once he stops I get up and grab a notebook I noticed earlier.
'I love Kylie. Yes, I know... its stupid. Today Mr. Johanson beat me. Its kind of normal for me. Kylie has long spirally curls that go down her back and deep jade green eyes. I love her. Goodnight Daddy. -Eric Theodore Cartman-Tenorman.' I sob as I read the notes, each a communication with his dad. I find the last one, written tonight.
'Kylie said yes Dad. I wish you were here to meet her. She is sweet, and she is Jewish, just like you. I miss you so much sometimes. I regret everything. I want to join you in heaven, and look down on everyone. Ma's getting worse by the minute. She can't stop anymore. I can't even bring Kylie home. She gets drugged up and Kylie doesn't need to see that. She needs love. She doesn't need me. Goodnight Daddy -Eric Theodore Cartman-Tenorman.'
For the second or third time that night I broke down and cried. Eric came over next to me and saw the words I was looking at. He nodded and sighed.
"Dad would like that if you wrote him because I tell him everything, write him please." He said, tired. I picked up the worn pen and began jotting my thoughts.
'Eric proposed to me today. I love him greatly. My ma has been getting worse too. She kicked me out yesterday. I moved in with Liane and Eric. I am so sorry I never got to meet you because if Eric trusts you enough to share these secrets I obviously would've wanted to meet you. I woke up this morning to a suicide attempt and I hope to never see that again. I hope one day I will meet you in heaven. -Kylie Isa Broflovski-Cartman.'
Eric cuddled me and helped me back into our makeshift bed on the floor.
"Kylie, I love you so much. You never deserved me. You are beautiful."
"Cartman, don't be so sappy. I love you too but I know you love me. You don't need to tell me. Goodnight Eric. I love you."
"I love you too Jew." He said as we drifted to sleep, cuddled in eachothers arms.