Kyle
"PC Principal wants to see me about Cartman." I said.
You guys made fun of my weight. You made me feel ashamed. Remember? When you ganged up on me and said I was fat? All I was doing was my job as a food critic. Why does everyone have to fucking call someone fat? It pisses me off. If only a little more people were stoked on me then maybe I wouldn't be dead. Do you know what it's like for the Internet to make fun of you? If I wanted to put pictures of me up on social media, I could!
"Uh-huh." Stan said.
FLASHBACK
"So, did you get to first base, Stan?" Kenny asked.
"Shut up, dude. I'm not saying anything." Stan said.
Kenny then had taken Stan's phone which was a picture of Wendy with her underwear showing.
Cartman's mouth went wide open when he saw that. "What a whore." He said.
"See?" Stan said. "That's exactly why I don't want you guys looking at my phone! My girlfriend is not a whore. She sent that picture to me."
"Uh-huh." Cartman said.
"That's hot." Kenny said. "We're sending that shit around."
"No, Kenny, stop!" Stan said.
But he sent it. We were all laughing. We weren't really thinking about what would happen if we sent the school pictures of Wendy in her underwear.
"You gonna hit that again?" Kenny asked Stan in class.
"Sure." Stan said.
Heidi looked at her phone when she received the picture and said out loud, "Oh my god, Stan." She looked at him. "Why would you send that?"
Wendy had her head down in class and she was obviously aware that something was going on.
Stan just shrugged his shoulders and then said, "Dude. Come on. You showed your vagina to Cartman. What's the big deal?" He asked.
"Shut up, you guys." Cartman laughed. Then he flipped Heidi the bird and she glared at him and ignored him.
"Ugh, that fat fucking bastard betrayed him," I heard Heidi whisper to the girls.
I can't believe I fucking turned into him, Kyle, she had said to me one time, ashamed of herself at that moment.
Heidi hated Cartman ever since they broke up, because she trusted him and he just called her a whore. So Cartman wasn't the victim, even if that's how he saw himself most of the time or all of the time.
"Whatever. Your body is totally hot now." Bebe encouraged her.
NOW
"He sees Cartman as a victim because he killed himself." I told Stan.
"Well, dude, a lot of people on social media did call him names." Stan said.
"I didn't think he'd care! He usually thrives on stuff like that." I said. "But maybe he got sick of it. I'll take the detention if I have to. I owe that to him. I didn't really see how body-shaming really was."
"Yeah. How is hell right now do you think?" Stan asked.
"I bet it sucks, dude." Kenny said.
"Yeah. Probably." I said. "But I'm a Jewish, so I'm not going to Hell."
You guys are the one's who had the fucking problem. Kyle, you didn't even care that I was dealing with body-shaming. I wasn't going to let the bullies get me off social media. That meant they won. And fuck them. I wanted you to make a safe space for me. I did mean it when I said you were perfect, Kyle. That you're good at getting your school work done. I wanted you to run my Twitter and Yelp accounts and only give me the good comments. What did you say? No. And now I'm dead.
Cartman's tape was going over in my head.
Detention over Cartman killing himself? That seemed like a pretty good deal. I knew Cartman was angry over the body-shaming thing, because if he stayed on social media then it was never going to go away. He could either kill someone or himself. Maybe if he were nice, I wouldn't have called him fatass all the time, but I wasn't so sure since we were all foul-mouthed.
I walked up to Token during school.
"What the hell, Token?" I said to him.
"Hey, Kyle." He said.
"How do you fit into all of this?" I asked. "Why are you on the tapes? Someone told me you were. Did you help him?"
"No." He said.
"Then how the hell-"
He cut me off. "Listen to the tapes, Kyle. Cartman wanted it done like this. I will say one thing, though: Honey Boo Boo, Kyle."
"Honey Boo Boo?" I asked, confused but then I remembered. "Oh shit."
Because that must've been humiliating.
