A/N: You were begging me to continue, so how could i say no? Thanks for your reviews though=:)
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Stan struggled under the freezer lid, even though he was lifting it with the help of Kenny, Cartman and Wendy. He never had been strong, but what he saw next in the freezer would make his shitty efforts completely not worth it.
Everything seemed to happen in slow motion. All he could see was Kyle, just laying there, on a pile of spoiled food. It was obvious that he had been desperate for warmth before his death, because he was laying in a tight fetal position. His skin was a sick looking colour combination of blue, purple, white, and even black. Stan wasn't sure if the bruises were from the hot bath Kyle had been forced into, or the freezing air in the freezer, or all the beatings he had been given, but it didn't really matter to him. The only thing that did matter was that Kyle was dead.
"Dead and gone," Stan whispered quietly to himself, tears threatening to fall from his eyes.
He didn't see Kenny crying next to him. He didn't notice Cartman, either, who's eyes were wide with shock as he dialed 911 on his cellphone. He didn't even hear Wendy screaming, though she was standing right next to him. All he could see was Kyle's body, just below his eyes, and then everything went blank.
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Talking. Noise. Sirens. Crying. That's all he could hear, even though he was floating along the vast, starry sky, which he thought would be peaceful.
"Did i die of heartbreak?" Stan said to himself over the noise. Of course, there was no one there to answer, but somehow he felt better just asking the question. He was beggining to believe he had when suddenly he opened his eyes. Kenny was kneeling next to him, and he was laying on the floor.
"Are you ok Stan?" Kenny asked him, looking both sad and concerned at the same time. Stan didn't answer him.
"Where am i? No, where is Kyle?" He demanded, looking around and realizing that he wasn't in the Broflovski's basement anymore, but instead his own bedroom.
"Your at home, and Cartman called the cops, so they came and got both Kyle and his sister." Kenny spoke quickly.
"Oh. So what's happening with that?" asked Stan, sitting up.
"They are going to bury the two together on next Sunday, and they're looking for Kyle's parent's," Kenny answered. "I gave the cops the journal by the way." Nodding with tears rolling down his face, Stan layed back down and turned away from his friend.
Kenny reached out and touched his shoulder.
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A/N: To be continued! And please review!=:)
