Kyle woke up wrapped up in Stan's arms with Stan holding his hand.
Millions of thoughts and questions went through his mind. 'Was he thinking
that I..... I was trying to make him feel better.... but he thought......
And he's kind of.... cute this way...' He stared at Stan's peacefully
sleeping face. It looked so different.... Not at all like the angry,
depressed look on his face when he was awake.....
Stan suddenly opened his eyes, startling Kyle. Kyle jumped back.
"Sorry man. Didn't know I was THAT scary looking..."
"No it's just... You don't look scary! You just need a nice warm bath and some food."
Stan's lips began to form a smile, but then stopped. "Yeah, I am kind of hungry. And I stink! I didn't know I stunk this bad!" he said, sniffing the air.
"You can go take a shower. What do you want to eat?
"Uh..... do you guys have steak or chicken or something like that?"
Kyle raised his eyebrow. "I think so. MOOOOOMMMMM!"
"WHHAAAAAT, KYYYLLLE?" His mother screamed in an irritated voice.
"CAAANNN WEEEE HHAAAAVVVE MMEEEEEAAATT FOOORR BRREEEAAAKKFFAAAASSST?"
"WHHYYY?"
"CAUUUSSSE STANN... Oops..."
"STAN?! STAN'S HERE?!" She ran up to his room and almost busted down the door.
Stan's eyes got bigger and a sweat drop ran down his face, followed by heavy breathing.
Kyle's mom grabbed him by the shirt and dragged him out into the living room.
"MOM! Let him stay!"
"Kyle! He'll steal something! Or, or break something or something... AGAIN!" she said, and shoved him out the front door.
When Stan got back into his house, Shelly was sitting in the kitchen talking on the phone. Even though she was only 17, her boyfriend was 34. Stan tried to sneak pas her, but she spotted him.
"ASSHOLE WHERE THE FUCK WERE YOU? You had me worried..." She said, smiling. She walked over to him and hugged him. '...the Hell?' he thought.
Suddenly he felt her hands wrap around her neck. Tighter and tighter... He jerked away and ran into the bathroom. The piece of glass was still in his pocket. He sliced his arm deeply and the glass fell to the floor...
Stan had never cut himself before. He grabbed his arm to try to stop the throbbing pain. He could hear the beat of his heart in his ears. Panic attack? He sat on the floor and hugged his knees, forming a ball and rocked back and fourth. He could still hear his heart... THUMP thump.... THUMP thump... THUMP thump... over and over, getting louder and faster every second, until he could no longer hear anything else.
Warm blood ran down his arm onto the floor, making a dark red puddle... It mixed with the water Shelly had spilt on the floor from her shower. He studied it. It was funny... almost anything else would of turned pink. But the blood made little ripples of pure red in the clear water.
He closed his eyes tightly. He could feel the room around him spinning... All his thoughts spinning... His world spinning... And, somehow, it made him feel happy. The pain erased his emotions, much like the emotional pain he had felt all those years. Only he could stop the physical pain. He could stop ALL the pain.... He decided this is what he would do instead of cry... Because only weaklings cry. A smile spread across his face... sick and twisted....
Stan suddenly opened his eyes, startling Kyle. Kyle jumped back.
"Sorry man. Didn't know I was THAT scary looking..."
"No it's just... You don't look scary! You just need a nice warm bath and some food."
Stan's lips began to form a smile, but then stopped. "Yeah, I am kind of hungry. And I stink! I didn't know I stunk this bad!" he said, sniffing the air.
"You can go take a shower. What do you want to eat?
"Uh..... do you guys have steak or chicken or something like that?"
Kyle raised his eyebrow. "I think so. MOOOOOMMMMM!"
"WHHAAAAAT, KYYYLLLE?" His mother screamed in an irritated voice.
"CAAANNN WEEEE HHAAAAVVVE MMEEEEEAAATT FOOORR BRREEEAAAKKFFAAAASSST?"
"WHHYYY?"
"CAUUUSSSE STANN... Oops..."
"STAN?! STAN'S HERE?!" She ran up to his room and almost busted down the door.
Stan's eyes got bigger and a sweat drop ran down his face, followed by heavy breathing.
Kyle's mom grabbed him by the shirt and dragged him out into the living room.
"MOM! Let him stay!"
"Kyle! He'll steal something! Or, or break something or something... AGAIN!" she said, and shoved him out the front door.
When Stan got back into his house, Shelly was sitting in the kitchen talking on the phone. Even though she was only 17, her boyfriend was 34. Stan tried to sneak pas her, but she spotted him.
"ASSHOLE WHERE THE FUCK WERE YOU? You had me worried..." She said, smiling. She walked over to him and hugged him. '...the Hell?' he thought.
Suddenly he felt her hands wrap around her neck. Tighter and tighter... He jerked away and ran into the bathroom. The piece of glass was still in his pocket. He sliced his arm deeply and the glass fell to the floor...
Stan had never cut himself before. He grabbed his arm to try to stop the throbbing pain. He could hear the beat of his heart in his ears. Panic attack? He sat on the floor and hugged his knees, forming a ball and rocked back and fourth. He could still hear his heart... THUMP thump.... THUMP thump... THUMP thump... over and over, getting louder and faster every second, until he could no longer hear anything else.
Warm blood ran down his arm onto the floor, making a dark red puddle... It mixed with the water Shelly had spilt on the floor from her shower. He studied it. It was funny... almost anything else would of turned pink. But the blood made little ripples of pure red in the clear water.
He closed his eyes tightly. He could feel the room around him spinning... All his thoughts spinning... His world spinning... And, somehow, it made him feel happy. The pain erased his emotions, much like the emotional pain he had felt all those years. Only he could stop the physical pain. He could stop ALL the pain.... He decided this is what he would do instead of cry... Because only weaklings cry. A smile spread across his face... sick and twisted....