Chapter 8
-Fear and Suspicions (I suck at chapter names)
Stan hadnt told Cartman, or anybody, about what happened. He was still trying to compromise it as a nightmare. But he knew it wasnt, thats what scared him most. As he took another long drag from his ciggarette, Cartman looked up from his magazine at him in a wondering stance.
"What the hell are you doing?" He asked.
"Im doing my homework," He paused. "And smoking."
"Stan, you havent smoked since Wendy left."
"So?"
"Well, whats wrong?"
He paused, He wouldnt tell him, just couldnt. Besides, Cartman wouldnt believe him anyway.
"Nothing, why do you ask?"
"Stan, you only smoke when somethings wrong."
Just then, the door burst open, revieling Kimmy and Kenny. Stan immediatly crushed his cigarrette out and threw it out the window.
Kenny sniffed the air.
"Has somebody been smoking or something?"
"Nope, not us" Cartman said before Stan could say anything. "Must be someone outside, those damn kids, heh heh, thinkin they're cool"
"Yeah, whatever" Kenny said. "You guys wanna go to a bar or something? I really need a drink"
Cartman checked his watch,"Yeah I could use one too. You guys comin?"
"Na," Stan said. "I gotta finish this homework."
"I'll just stay and keep Stan company"
"Ok, whateve you doys say." They left.
There was a long silence in the room. Should I tell her? Stan thought over and over again. Somebody needed to know, that was for sure. He knew thay he was acting stupid, but if what happened really was real, (which he knew it was, sadly) then Kyle might have the potential to, to -
"Hurt someone" Stan whispered as quietly as he could.
"What did ya say?" Kimmy asked, flipping through the magaizine Cartman was reading from. Cosmo, no doubt. He loved the underwear pictures.
"Nothing."
There was another long silence.
"Hey, were you at the asylum yesterday?"
He froze. Of course! How could he be so stupid? She worked there, he had been screaming, of course she would find out!
"No.... maybe......yes. I was just visiting Sheila."
"But you never visit Sheila, and besides, you had just seen her. Why did you come running out of there anyway?"
"You heard about that?"
"Mildred Smith was working desk that day, shes such a gossip, of course I heard about it."
Stan swallowed, there was no avoiding this.
"What I said to you about Kyle....... it's officially true."
-Fear and Suspicions (I suck at chapter names)
Stan hadnt told Cartman, or anybody, about what happened. He was still trying to compromise it as a nightmare. But he knew it wasnt, thats what scared him most. As he took another long drag from his ciggarette, Cartman looked up from his magazine at him in a wondering stance.
"What the hell are you doing?" He asked.
"Im doing my homework," He paused. "And smoking."
"Stan, you havent smoked since Wendy left."
"So?"
"Well, whats wrong?"
He paused, He wouldnt tell him, just couldnt. Besides, Cartman wouldnt believe him anyway.
"Nothing, why do you ask?"
"Stan, you only smoke when somethings wrong."
Just then, the door burst open, revieling Kimmy and Kenny. Stan immediatly crushed his cigarrette out and threw it out the window.
Kenny sniffed the air.
"Has somebody been smoking or something?"
"Nope, not us" Cartman said before Stan could say anything. "Must be someone outside, those damn kids, heh heh, thinkin they're cool"
"Yeah, whatever" Kenny said. "You guys wanna go to a bar or something? I really need a drink"
Cartman checked his watch,"Yeah I could use one too. You guys comin?"
"Na," Stan said. "I gotta finish this homework."
"I'll just stay and keep Stan company"
"Ok, whateve you doys say." They left.
There was a long silence in the room. Should I tell her? Stan thought over and over again. Somebody needed to know, that was for sure. He knew thay he was acting stupid, but if what happened really was real, (which he knew it was, sadly) then Kyle might have the potential to, to -
"Hurt someone" Stan whispered as quietly as he could.
"What did ya say?" Kimmy asked, flipping through the magaizine Cartman was reading from. Cosmo, no doubt. He loved the underwear pictures.
"Nothing."
There was another long silence.
"Hey, were you at the asylum yesterday?"
He froze. Of course! How could he be so stupid? She worked there, he had been screaming, of course she would find out!
"No.... maybe......yes. I was just visiting Sheila."
"But you never visit Sheila, and besides, you had just seen her. Why did you come running out of there anyway?"
"You heard about that?"
"Mildred Smith was working desk that day, shes such a gossip, of course I heard about it."
Stan swallowed, there was no avoiding this.
"What I said to you about Kyle....... it's officially true."
