Chapter X

Cancerous

HDM: Ok, I know long update but I finally thought of the chapter and what I want out of it. Here's the bonus for all you readers out there. If someone tells me the correct number of pop culture references in this chapter you will guest star. Tell me in the review and I will reply back to you to tell you if you're right and ask for the appropiate information.

What is that noise?

I slowly woke up to the sound of an ambulance siren droning on in my ear. I felt my body being lifted up slowly. The paramedics were moving their lips but I can only hear the siren screaming. I can see people in the distance. I see Stan screaming, Bebe crying, and Clyde being handcuffed. My head throbs in pain and I try to let out a noise but nothing comes out. The sirens are the only thing I can hear before I black out.

"What's the prognosis?"

"He got hit by a car in the hip. The guy didn't get far, though."

"Will he be ok?"

"Hopefully, with rest..."

I woke up to see an attractive nurse next to me. She was a cute blonde that reminded me awkwardly of the nurse from Enema of the State. The Robert Palmer song is ringing in my head now; maybe it's because of the concussion. The doctor came in to tell me what happened and so forth but I wasn't really listening. The nurse gave me a remote and some juice. I sipped on the juice slowly as I flipped through the channels.

Jerry Springer...I don't need to watch rednecks incoherently when I live in South Park

Maury...a sane person cannot bear to hear "You are NOT the father" seven times...

Teletubbies...no need for a comment here

My family came in right after the doctor. My mother was sobbing and my father just looked sad. Ike put a card on my night stand. "Oh my bubbalah! My poor baby, why would this happen to you!?" my mother was blubbering. "We'll sue the pants off that boy! No one dares hurts my Kyle. Bubbalah, oh my bub-" her words were lost in the tears. My father just held my mother while she shrilled incoherent woes and threats.

Ike just looks around the hospital room. "Why were you running in the street, Kyle?" he asked me critically.

"Ike! Don't torment your brother with such nonsense!" my mother screeched. He winced at her voice but persisted.

"Why did you run into the street?"

"I don't remember..." I croaked.

"Or you don't want to remember."

"IKE!!"

"What is it Kyle? Do you remember or don't you want to remember?"

"I don...know..."

The nurse ushered my family out of the room in the nick of time. She gave me my medication and gave a sweet smile. I tried to smile but it hurt too much. Every fiber of my being was screaming. I couldn't move an inch without a sharp twist of pain.

Cheers...isn't that chick from the Jenny Craig commercials?

I love the 90s...because we need to know about the 90s as if we've forgotten about Vanilla Ice...(we want to though)

MTV...where's the music?

Kenny came in shortly after the nurse left. "Hey dude, that nurse is hot as shit!" he tells me as if I was blind, "I gave her a pat and he slapped my face!" I let out a small chuckle despite the pain I feel in my chest.

"Seriously, dude...Clyde is locked up! I didn't see it but people say he was gunning for you!"

"Probably because I kicked the living shit out of him."

"When did you do that? Oh shit, and Stan was screaming at one of the paramedics. You should have seen him!"

"Why?"

"He was saying all this crap...like you did this because of him! Other crazy bullshit like that and then some! Dude, what is with that kid?!"

I just looked away. Kenny kept rambling about other bits of gossip. What did Stan do? Did he actually chase me? Why was I running away? It hurts too much to recall the incident. I remember...nothing. Am I just...not allowing myself to remember? Why can I not remember!? Then it hit me like a wave. Malory, Stan, Maleah, everything hit me. I start shaking. No, NO this cannot be happening. Why can't it be a stupid, horrendous dream!?

"I'm an alter ego...another version of your friend Kyle...you can call me Maleah or nothing at all."

Why did she say Maleah's name and not her own? Is she trying to pull a maneuver? Was it a mistake? Or, are they one in the same? Can it be that Maleah put this notion in my head? Why would she do that? Do all psychiatrists put ailments in patients' brains? That's what they say about many people and their diseases...

Sibyl

Three Faces of Eve

That guy from Oprah

Okay the last one I just saw on the TV and I don't know his name. But, maybe this isn't a real disease. Maybe, it's all an act that Hollywood as dressed up as a horrific but terrific guise to cover up mass murders and other nefarious deeds! Maybe it's a government conspiracy; maybe Maleah isn't even a therapist and it was all a dream that happened because of a pill some government agent gave me at lunch! That makes perfect sense...

If anyone can read your thoughts right now...they would think you've gone bonkers.

"Dude, are you okay?"

Kenny's voice broke my train of disorganized thought. I slowly looked over at him. "Do you need that nurse back in here?" he asked me. I shook my head to his disappointment I'm guessing. "Kenny..." I croaked.

"Yeah?"

"Do you remember Craig's party?"

"A little bit. I was shit-faced and I scored with some red head...wait didn't I tell you that already?"

"I was that red head..."

His eyes widened a second after I uttered those words. He blinked several times and his jaw slacked a bit. He looks utterly dumbfounded. "No...that couldn't be..." he says while combing his fingers through his dirty blonde hair. "No, you didn't go to the party!" he yelled. I let out a heavy sigh. This is typical of Kenny; I'm not too surprised at the reaction.

You see, whenever Kenny pounds one too many, he's notorious for fooling around with anonymous women without remembering the night. Whether this is on purpose or true, he always denies. There were a few incidents that he did have sex with a guy. Don't get me wrong, my good friend isn't swinging both ways all the time; only when he's shit-faced.

All My Children

Guiding Light

Telemundo!

"Kenny, it happened. I don't hold it against you, though. I know you were hammered and you had no idea that I was...well me." I told him. I shifted my body upright so I can sit up. He looked away from me. He stepped closer to me. His eyes slowly return towards me and just stares before he speaks.

"I knew it was you, Kyle..."

Now, I was the one upset. "WHAT!?" I bellowed. He winced at my voice. "You KNEW and you just...fucked me! What the fuck, dude!? What was going through your mind!?" I was lashing out at the blonde. He did not say anything while I kept ranting and raving. My sides are screaming in pain and my throat was dry and rough but I did not care. Finally, he pushed me down, shutting me up quickly.

"Will you SHUT the fuck up!?" he yelled back. His eyes are narrow as his locks of hair stroke my cheek. I think I saw this in a movie somewhere. This is the part where he reveals another secret and he either kills me or kisses me. Either way, it is bad for me. He quickly got off of me to pace around the room.

"I didn't think! I was drunk and I thought you were too and well...I thought you would forget as well but obviously that didn't happen!"

"That's no excuse, dude!"

"I thought it was like what we did two years back!!"

Pennywise

Metallica

Taboo love affair

It's flooding back to me. All the repressed memories that I've kept locked away for so long. There's too much, too much to bear. The room is spinning; Kenny starts to panic. I hear him call out my name several times but he sounds so far away. The light blinds me; everything turns black.

It was the beginning of sophomore year. I was in the punk scene, listening to the Ramones with an ensemble that consisted of chain pants, anarchy logos, and steel toed boots. I just broke up with this girl named Melissa. I started to slack in school and my parents were on again off again. My mother found out my father was cheating with the secretary and my father found her pills. Ike locked himself in his room and I...couldn't deal with my problems. I questioned everything that I did and my purpose. I experimented with a lot of things. I never thought I would experimented with my sexuality.

It was simple enough. I developed a crush for Kenny but he was the one that confessed himself to me. Like myself, he was going through a bunch of change with his parents. It was brought up in a weird way. We were over his house listening to a Dead Kennedys album. I asked him about what's going on with his relationship and he just blurted it out. I was shocked, actually. He then kissed me; it felt so nice.

We started to have a secret relationship; we both did not want anyone to find out our secret. We would go over to his house, up into his room, turn on the stereo, and fool around. He was a terrific kisser; he taught me how to kiss better, I admit. He would kiss me slowly and then he would lace my lips with his tongue. He wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me onto his lap. He would kiss my neck and suck until I let out a gasp. He massaged my sides and back. It is like he knows every point of pleasure on my body. He knows all the details; he is amazing.

Until it ended...

He wanted to break it off and I secretly wanted to as well. I liked it the most because it was wrong and no one knew. It made it exciting. It's not fair to Kenny to keep it up. I was really upset though, because for awhile he treated me like crap. I didn't have my old friends really, Stan had his own thing and I hated Cartman. I had school friends but they weren't 'friends'. I was depressed; I was thinking about suicide all the time. I hated myself. I hated how he made me feel. I almost overdosed on some random mix of pills and alcohol. They pumped my stomach and sent me to a treatment center.

I can't remember anything in that center but when I returned I was my old self. I don't know what happened. The time at the treatment center, did that have a side effect on me? I would think not but what did they do to me? Did they brainwash me? Because of them, is that why I'm hearing voices?

I woke up what seems to be a lifetime but in reality only fifteen minutes. Kenny called the nurse in and she explained that he just passed out from the medication. She escorted him out of the room so I could rest. The television was still on.

Invader ZIM

Mad TV

Halloween 5

Stan came in later that night. Earlier he dropped off all of these balloons and an assortment of get well presents. He begged and pleaded, asking me to forgive him. "Stan, grow a dick..." I spat, "How am I supposed to respect you when you act like a pussy? Dude, it is fine...just...stop acting like a girl already..." He blinked a couple of times, probably wondering how did he get off so easy. "This isn't a trick, right?" he asked me. I let out a moan; he's really grating my nerves. In his position, wouldn't he just accept my forgiveness instead of being stubborn? No, not Stan Marsh...he's stubborn as a fucking mule.

"Stan, I accepted your fucking apology! What else do you want from me!?"

"Well...an explanation..."

"For my actions!? You're in no position!"

He can't be serious. This was just a ruse? He wanted to know if I'm really insane...and the talk of Malory. I can't believe it. He's actually questioning me! His unkempt hair and his dark cerulean eyes and his...sincere smile.

No! You can't be falling for him, Kyle! I mean, look at what he's made you!

But...what make me? Being an asshole? Stepping on other people's feelings and opinions as a justification of 'what is me'?

Exactly! You're a pansy, weak, defenseless! Accept him, you accept no dignity and no respect!

No...

"Kyle?"

I look at him. He took a seat near my bed. "Please, I need you to leave..." I told him. His face contorted into a sad expression. "It's not you, Stan. Please understand where I'm coming from..." I started again, "You shouldn't have to wait for me to figure out my feelings...I need to figure them out...do you understand?" He gave me a soft but sad smile. He looks like he's holding back tears. "No Stan, don't do this..." I pleaded. Before I can say another cliché line he kissed my lips. He got up from his seat and headed toward the door.

"You're wrong, Kyle. I think you know what you want but you are too afraid to admit it to yourself. You are right, however. You need help...but you don't want me to help you along the way. That's fine, it's your problem. But know that when you aren't so self absorbed that there are people that care about you."

Then he was gone...

End of Chapter X

HDM: A little bit of truth in this chapter...I felt like I was writing my life XP. Eh, troubled feelings and such. So, whoever does my little contest, tell me also who's 'side' you are on. Example: I saw about (a number) pop culture references in your chapter. Blah blah goes on how I love it/hated it. I would be on Kyle's side because I like his pov and he's going through a lot or whatever. It's actually important for me who you like in the story for the next chapter. The number is relative...if your off by one or two I won't care. I'm not telling you how many people I'm going to accept because I have no idea yet.

Be good to youself...peace

HDM