Everybody Loves Somebody

Chapter Two: And It Continues...

By: OutrageouS

[A/N: Aw, I'm so happy with all the reviews I got. That really encouraged me to write the next chapter. I've figured out what I want to do in the next couple of chapters and like it or not, it's not going to be very good...]

Finally, after about an hour of thinking, Kyle's mind drifted into a deep sleep. The deep sleep contained a dream, but some would call it a nightmare.

It began with Rebecca. She was sitting on the bench in her backyard. It was sort of like a flashback to when Rebecca and Kyle first kissed, but Kyle wasn't there. He heard the words that were said on that day and she was talking to him, but he wasn't there. He didn't hear his words, only her answers to his questions and only her statements. When the time came for them to kiss, Rebecca melted into the ground. Every crack let the liquids seep through. It was then that Kyle started cry outside of his dream and he tried his best to open his eyes, but the dream continued.

Stan appeared, next. This time it was the scene from only a couple of days ago. Stan was talking to Kyle, pressing his finger on the Jewish boy's lips, but Stan's finger was touching the air because Kyle wasn't there. When the part came that Stan was to kiss Kyle, the black haired boy melted just like Rebecca. The cracks in the ground once again let the liquids seep through. Kyle, still crying outside of his dream, struggled to awake, but the dream continued.

This time Kyle appeared. He was lying on nothing. The background was completely black and the only color was on Kyle. He suddenly began to fall and closed his eyes. An image of Stan and Rebecca appeared in the blackness behind the boy and the two faces were distorted and blurry. The falling stopped, the faces disappeared, and Kyle opened his eyes to find the black ceiling above him. He was dripping with sweat and he looked over at the clock to find that it was four o'clock in the morning. He had four more hours until it was time for school.

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Kyle had no idea what the dream meant and he was completely out of it the next day at school. Those last four hours of sleep had been nothing but staring at the ceiling of his room.

"Kyle, what's wrong?" Stan asked in a worried tone. Cartman and Kenny looked at Kyle for an answer, too.

"I had a..." the red haired boy stopped. Should he really tell his friends the disturbing dream?

"You had a what?" Kenny asked. "Your first erection?"

"What's an erection?" Cartman asked.

"You don't need to know because you'll never get one," Kenny joked. The perverted boy laughed to himself. Cartman was confused and went back to looking at Kyle.

"You know what?" Kyle began. "It's nothing. Don't worry about it." Stan was still worried, but he left Kyle alone.

Kyle sighed. What was he going to do? The dream had to have some meaning although he would soon find out what was to happen.

In class, Kyle noticed that Rebecca wasn't at school again. A feeling of fear swept over him and he wondered if this day would have anything to do with his dream. The whole rest of the day consisted of fear and worry for Kyle. He decided to visit Rebecca after school.

The Jewish boy walked to Rebecca's and knocked on the door. No one seemed to be home so he went through the back where the hidden key was to their back door. He opened it and called for Rebecca.

"She must be upstairs reading or something," he assured himself. Nothing bad could have happened, could it? He climbed the stairs to her room to find out that the girl's door was locked. Fear was once again swept over him. He thought he heard crying on the other side of the door and the feeling of fear grew.

"Rebecca? Are you in there?" Kyle heard someone scream and he jumped back a little bit. What the hell was going on? Then the screaming stopped abruptly and all was silent.

"REBECCA?!" Kyle ran up to the door, jumping and trying to knock it down. He pounded his fists on the wood and tears filled his eyes. He then saw a hairpin on the floor which he used to unlock the door. The boy heard the door unlock and stopped before he opened the door. There was one possibility that could have happened behind that door...

Kyle opened the door.

He said nothing at what he saw.

The knife stuck out of left side of her body with her hands wrapped around the end. As he stepped closer, he saw the knife had been placed in many other spots. Her eyes held sadness as they stared straight at the ceiling. Her mouth was twisted in pain, but still looked peaceful. Tears dropped from Kyle's eyes, but he did not make a sound. A note was taped to her window in her handwriting. Kyle winced at the sight and went to read it. It read:

March 16th

This is it. I swore to myself that if anything else went wrong that I would end everything. Some people may think it was selfish and stupid idea, but you have no idea. Believe me. I committed this act today because I knew my parents were out with my brother. I thought now would be a better time than when they were home. I love you, Mama, Papa, and Mark. I will miss you as much as you will miss me. Let my death pass over you and know that I am in a better place now. You should know that I believed in a heaven and in a God that would take me when I died.

Kyle, you are not the reason for this although you partly are. I love you. I really do, but remember when I said we would remain friends until the day we both die? Today is the day when I die. This day ends our friendship and our relationship as lovers. Don't be angry with yourself and don't go and do what I have done. If you are to feel guilty, I understand, but don't follow in my act. Also, I know you love Stan. Don't be ashamed to tell anyone that. If you are to lose friends, then they aren't friends at all.

My friends, none of you are the cause of this. Like I told Kyle, don't feel angry or sympathetic for me. I chose this on my own from everything that has built up in earlier years.

I advise my closest friends and family to read the journals I have laid out on my desk. They will explain everything. Don't be frightened by their words and please keep them.

My last words are that I love you all and I will certainly miss you. I'll tell God you said hello. =)

Love, Rebecca Cutswald

It was then that Kyle broke down. He slid down the wall to sit on the floor and bury his face in his knees.

About an hour later, Rebecca's parents arrived at home and Kyle heard them coming up the stairs.

"Rebecca, we're home!" Her father's voice was cheery and raspy as always. As soon as they came in the room, Rebecca's mother screamed and her father had the same reaction as Kyle. "K-Kyle..." Mr. Cutswald stuttered.

"Mr. Cutswald," Kyle said between sniffs. "I suggest you... read this note and... I'm very sorry." The boy walked out and walked home. His throat held a bubble that he would not release until he got home. Right when he was about to walk on the sidewalk that went up to his front door, he realized something. This was part of this dream. Was Stan going to melt away from Kyle next?

Okay, I'm going to write about two more chapters, I do believe. Uh, hope you enjoyed the depressingness of this one... Heh. Review, please. Love—Hannah