Letters to Kenny
Dear Kenny,
It's been a long time. I know you probably don't want to talk to me. Or even hear from me anymore. I tried to call you guys, and nothing worked. All of your numbers have been changed. I'm almost graduated, Kenny. I'll be back soon.
Love, Kyle
Dear Kenny,
I dream about you all the time. I don't know why I'm writing to you, but I don't feel like writing to anyone else. I guess I feel ashamed. I ran away. I fled my friends, my parents, my little brother. Kenny, things are getting out of hand over here. Nothing is familiar, and the excitement of being in a new city has gone away. Now, I'm just afraid. Nothing is like I pictured it. No one has new found abilities, like I dreamed. There are no other people that I've met who are like me. I can't find any good Synagogues to go to. I miss all of you. I'm sorry about what I did to you, Kenny. I only hope that you are getting my letters, and reading them. I bet you aren't, though. I bet you take one glance at the hand writing, and throw it all away. I would too. Kenny, I'm sorry.
Miss you always, Kyle
Dear Kenny,
Something terrible has happened to me. Cartman made it into NYU. I don't know how, Kenny, or why, but he did. And he is my roommate. Kenny, I'm afraid. I'm sleeping in the same room as someone who already almost succeeded in killing me. I feel like writing to mom and dad, or calling you guys, but no one has tried to even find me, and you all—whether on purpose or not—changed your numbers. Kenny, I feel like I'm in trouble. Cartman may hurt me. I really want to see you again.
Kyle
Dearest Kenny,
I avoided going to my dorm today, because I woke up in the middle of the night with a butter knife in my arm. I went to the nurse on campus, and she stitched me up. We both know who it is, Ken. I don't know what to do. I'm staying at a hotel. I'm too scared shitless to go back to Cartman and sleep in the same room with him. I feel sick. Wanna go home.
Love, Kyle B
The next letter was somewhat illegible. It was still Kyle's handwriting, I could tell from the way it did it's familiar slants. Everyone said he wrote a little different than all of us. He had perfect handwriting, it was unique. I saw tear marks on the paper, and almost didn't want to read.
Dear Kenny,
You still won't write back. I really would like to go home. I've still got a long way to go. My advisor says if I graduate early, he'd be proud. Kenny, I'm afraid for my life. I woke up today with Cartman standing over me, and a butcher knife at my throat. He keeps trying to play it off as a joke every time he awakes me, but it's really out of control. Kenny, please, help. I'm so fucking sorry. Call me.
He printed his number neatly at the bottom. Signed with his love to me. It was the third year of his absence. Sheila and Gerald were getting back to Normal. Ike would be graduating today. Well, not today, today. He'd graduate this year. He could've a long time ago, but chose to remain in his class. My little sister would be graduating, too. I couldn't say I was sad, scared, or worried. I told Kyle he had to be careful. I told him, he needed to be safe. Now, look what was happening.
Dear Kenny,
Was let out of the hospital today. I had a case of appendicitis. My appendix ruptured, and almost killed me. No one found me for like three hours, and I'd been walking around the whole day with the pain. I just thought it was a result of missing you. My soul is void of anything, now. I feel over taken by my own emotions. I can't, do anything to stop them. Kenny, I'm so deeply sorry, and no amount of apology could ever make up for everything I did. Ever. And I understand that. You have my number. I'm starting to doubt whether you still live in the same place. I don't know why I still haven't written to anyone but you. Maybe I should give up. Accept that you're with someone else. My heart is breaking, and my whole life has fallen apart. I am almost graduated.
To Mr. Kenneth McCormick,
I am writing to inform you, that Kyle G Broflovski, has been fatally poisoned. He now rests at the General hospital, in New York New York. It is his request that you fly out here as soon as you can. I have no other way to contact any other relative of his, and yours was the only address I found amongst his papers. The male has suffered from acute arsenic poisoning. Luckily, it was caught in time. Please send word soon of your decline or acceptance to arrive and meet your party.
Regards, Julie Swan
There was a number.