South Park: The High School Years
Season 3-4
Rainy Days
Stan walked through the late afternoon streets of a rainy day in South Park. The weather reflected much how he felt on the inside: shaken, torn, alone. He should never have parted with his ex-girlfriend on such terms. Maybe it was his fault. Maybe if he'd never outed himself to Wendy then she'd have never left the cafeteria. Then it would have been someone else. Stan felt sick and disgusted at the thought. His stomach clenched and he needed to vent all these emotions somehow. He reached into his pocket and took out his pocket knife. He flicked the blade out and looked at it long and searchingly. What would Kyle think? It would hurt Kyle if he did this. Not that Kyle could possibly understand how wounded and hurt Stan was. This would help. Stan sighed and placed the blade against his wrist, making a quick, long cut. He gasped in pain as it stung and then began to bleed. The rain water made it flow down his arm like a little stream. This was more like it. This took his mind off of the emotional pain. His vision was blurring before him and he stumbled and supported himself on a tree. It would be fine. Stan saw the world getting dark and then falling, falling into nothingness. He thought he heard voices and then an ominous beeping sound. Someone was holding his hand.
"Stan," a voice echoed in his mind, but it sounded distant.
"What?" he asked weakly. "W-Wendy?"
Then he could see her in the darkness of his mind. Wendy standing there, but she was different. She was like a phantom, and he could barely make out her appearance.
"Stan, listen to me," she said gently. "You can't do this to yourself. You have to live your life. None of this was your fault."
"Yes it was!" Stan exclaimed. "I hurt you."
"Yes it's true," she agreed. "You can't help that you're gay though, and I should never have called you a fag. Don't let my memory burden you or hold you back. Think about all the good times we had, not the way we parted. Be there for Kyle. He needs you and loves you. Go now Stan, and don't look back..."
"Wendy wait!" Stan yelled out at her steadily vanishing form. "Don't leave me!"
"Hey dude!" the other voice penetrated his consciousness once more.
"K-Kyle?" he mummered.
His head spun unpleasantly, and he forced his eyes open. He was in a room he recognized all too well. Kyle was the one holding his hand, smiling at him with wet eyes.
"You're awake," he whispered, a tear sliding down his face.
Stan groaned and took in the sight of his wrist bandaged up. How had this turned out so badly?
"How did I end up in the hospital?" Stan questioned. "All I did was slice my wrist."
"You lost a lot of blood," Kyle explained. "The rain made it harder for your blood to clot, and so you kept bleeding. If Bebe hadn't found you..."
"Bebe found me?" Stan asked in surprise.
Kyle nodded and remained silent for several moments. He let go of Stan's hand suddenly and looked at the floor.
"How could you do this to me?" he asked finally. "To us? Didn't you think this would hurt me?"
"Yes, I knew it would," Stan said in shame. "Let me explain. I just wanted to take the pain away, so I decided to bring in other pain."
"Stan please don't do this again," Kyle said seriously. "I was scared."
Stan sighed and covered his eyes with his hand. Kyle gently removed his hand and held it again.
"I forgive you, this time," he said smiling.
To be continued...
Reviews would be nice if I'm to continue this. Otherwise, I can find a way to end it earlier. I need motivation to write, that's just how I am.