Everybody Loves Somebody
Chapter Three: And It Lingers...
By: OutrageouS
[A/N: Oh my gosh, guys... Thank you so much for your amazing reviews. I'm really glad I didn't get any flames... yet. Heh. So, here's the third chapter.]
Kyle made it up to his room and didn't make it to his bed. The bubble in his throat couldn't be held back anymore so it let itself go. He fell to his floor wetting the floor beneath his face with his tears. He opened his eyes and they met a black sharpie marker. Random words started popping into his head and he scratched them into the wall near his bed...
The sky fades to grey and my eyes provide the rain.
These are my fading grey skies and I don't think they'll ever be blue again.
His handwriting was shaky and almost illegible. He couldn't contain his guilt, his sadness, or his anger and crawled under his sheets to find himself dreaming again. This time the dream was even worse...
There were no people in this dream, only words. The sounds were of Rebecca's screams and Stan's breathing. Kyle had no idea how he identified Stan's breath, but he continued processing the dream to see what would happen although he didn't like it at all so far.
Love.
Scream.
Death.
Die.
Kill.
Kiss.
Affection.
Silence.
The words kept popping into his mind and showing themselves in his dream. The whole dream consisted of that until it switched scenes to Stan. There was no background. It was only black and Stan was standing in the middle of it all. It seemed peaceful with Stan's slight smile and that made Kyle feel a lot better. Outside of the dream Kyle was just about to smile when all of a sudden he heard a scream within his nightmare. Kyle twitched, but did not wake up and he watched Stan's body bust into a million pieces. The background turned from black to red and Stan's pieces were scattered everywhere.
Each piece screamed and yelled for Kyle. "Kyle, help!" Kyle's eyes wouldn't open, but they finally did when the Grim Reaper flashed an image of itself. The boy again woke with sweat dripping from his small body. He couldn't let Stan die, but was that really Stan's fate? Was he going to die or was something else going to happen to him?
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"You were there?" Cartman asked Kyle the next day.
"Y-yeah, I was there," Kyle replied, "I-I could've saved her, too... I just didn't realize what was going on." Kyle's voice began to get shaky and he swallowed the bubble in his throat. Stan gestured Kyle with his to follow him. They sat down at another table alone.
"Why did she kill herself?" Stan asked as soon as they sat down.
"I-I was partly the reason. She said in the note that it was from what had built up in past years." Kyle couldn't swallow the bubble anymore. He began to sob and as he stared at the table he confided in Stan. "Stan... I didn't mean for it to happen. I didn't know that I would be the one to finally make her snap. She... She told me that I shouldn't be ashamed of loving you... and that we should tell Cartman and Kenny about us."
"What?!" Stan gasped. "Are you kidding?! She must be crazy. We'll get ridiculed for the rest of our lives!"
"Then..." Kyle regained confidence although tears still fell from his eyes and looked up at Stan with a stern look. "Then we don't have very good friends. I love you, Stan, but I can't go on the rest of my life hiding that."
"Kyle, you're insane."
"I'm not insane. Haven't you ever heard the term, 'You shouldn't care what others think'? That's what I'm going by here. I won't tell anyone if you don't want me to, but I know one day I'll crack." Kyle still had the stern look on his face and the tears had stopped dropping. Stan was speechless and Kyle continued. "I saw the look on her face after she stabbed herself. That image will stay with my for the rest of my life as will the scream that she made while committing her act. After I read the note, I wanted to do anything she told me to do. Like I said before, I love you, Stan, but I have to admit... I loved her more than anything." Stan winced and began to yell.
"You've gone insane, Kyle Broflovski! Go to hell! I don't need you and your fucking lies!" Everyone around them stared as Stan continued to yell. "You're a fucking lunatic! GO BURN IN HELL, YOU FUCKING IDIOT!" Stan's eyes began to water and he slammed his fists onto the table.
"What the fuck did I do?! All I said was I loved her more than anything!"
Stan's voice became calm, but it was a shaky, eerie, evil tone. He lowered it so no one could hear and tears still formed in his eyes. "You can't love her more than you love me. You're a fucking idiot and I hope you die a slow and painful death." [A/N: Goddamn, this kid has jealousy issues that he needs to work out.]
That statement set Kyle off. "YOU KNOW WHAT, STAN? You're the fucking lunatic here. You're so fucking jealous. You're telling me to go die and burn and shit. Well, guess what? I bet the devil has a special place for you in hell, you fucking psycho! You're the one that told me to break up with Rebecca! You're the one who made me do it! And now thanks to your smart-ass idea, she's dead, you fucking asshole! It's all your fucking fault!" Stan's eyes widened and no more tears came from his eyes. Kyle realized what he said and knew he couldn't take it back. "St-Stan... I..."
"No, Kyle, stop. I understand. You never loved me. I'll go get on with my life now." Stan got up and left silently. Everyone around them was silent as well and Kyle felt as small as a pebble.
What have I done? He thought. Is this what's supposed to happen?
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Kyle retreated to his house after school to find his parents waiting for him in the living room.
"Kyle Broflovski," Sheila Broflovski began, "What happened at school today?"
"Aw, mom, I don't wanna talk about it."
"I think you will, Kyle," Gerald Broflovski said sternly.
"Stan and I had a fight." Kyle didn't make eye contact with his parents.
"About what?" Sheila asked.
"Just... stuff."
"Was it about Rebecca?" Gerald asked.
"A little." Kyle really didn't feel like talking about this.
"We're sorry about Rebecca, Kyle," Sheila said, "but we're more worried about how you've been doing since she died."
"I'll be fine, mom." Kyle walked to the stairs and up them. Once he got to the door of his room he could hear his parents talking.
"But he never fights with Stan, Gerald."
"Maybe he's just stressed. I think we should leave him alone. He's a growing boy, Sheila. He may need to be left alone sometimes."
"Well, all right. I guess we'll see what happens then. I'm still very worried, though. That poor girl, Gerald, that poor girl..." Kyle stepped inside of his room and sat on his bed. What would happen tomorrow?
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The next day Stan wasn't at school. Kyle threw up as soon as he found out Stan wasn't coming to school that day. He was sent home by the nurse and when he got home he called Stan's house right away.
"Hello?" Sharon Marsh answered the phone.
"Hi, Mrs. Marsh, is Stan there?"
"Yes, Kyle. One second." Sharon called for Stan and he picked up the phone.
"Hello?"
"Hi, Stan."
"Oh, hi."
"Why weren't you at school today?"
"I was sick. Uh, I gotta go." Stan hung up and Kyle felt terrible.
For the next couple of days Stan didn't talk to Kyle at all and if Kyle tried to talk to him, Stan wouldn't acknowledge him at all. Stan didn't sit with Cartman, Kyle, and Kenny at lunch anymore either.
"What did you do to Stan, Kyle?" Cartman asked.
"Nothing, fatass."
"Well, you certainly did something because Stan isn't hanging out with us anymore and that's not cool. That's just not cool."
"Shut up, ass-master. Why don't you go talk to him?" Kyle stared at his food.
"I think I will. Come on, Kenny, let's go talk to Stan and leave young Kyle all on his lonesome."
"Okay," Kenny said and followed Cartman to talk to Stan. The two boys didn't come back to sit with Kyle that day or the rest of the week.
Kyle felt so alone and finally realized what both of his dreams meant. He lost two very good friends (and two others if you count Cartman and Kenny going to sit with Stan) in a short amount of time and his dreams were only warning him of that.
...How was I supposed to know? Kyle thought. How was I supposed to know that I was going to lose two amazing friends? How come I lost them...?
It made no sense.
His life was going down the fucking drain.
Well then. I hope this chapter makes you want to read the next one. I know exactly what's going to happen... you might know what will happen, but maybe you don't. Or maybe I don't? Maybe my ideas will change when I start writing the next chapter. Well, anyway, the next chapter won't come for another couple days because I'm leaving for Georgia tomorrow [June 29th] and we're stopping in Virginia for a couple of days and I won't have a computer. So yeah. It will only be like five or six days before the last chapter. Okay, my dad's making me get off the computer. Love—Hannah
Chapter Three: And It Lingers...
By: OutrageouS
[A/N: Oh my gosh, guys... Thank you so much for your amazing reviews. I'm really glad I didn't get any flames... yet. Heh. So, here's the third chapter.]
Kyle made it up to his room and didn't make it to his bed. The bubble in his throat couldn't be held back anymore so it let itself go. He fell to his floor wetting the floor beneath his face with his tears. He opened his eyes and they met a black sharpie marker. Random words started popping into his head and he scratched them into the wall near his bed...
The sky fades to grey and my eyes provide the rain.
These are my fading grey skies and I don't think they'll ever be blue again.
His handwriting was shaky and almost illegible. He couldn't contain his guilt, his sadness, or his anger and crawled under his sheets to find himself dreaming again. This time the dream was even worse...
There were no people in this dream, only words. The sounds were of Rebecca's screams and Stan's breathing. Kyle had no idea how he identified Stan's breath, but he continued processing the dream to see what would happen although he didn't like it at all so far.
Love.
Scream.
Death.
Die.
Kill.
Kiss.
Affection.
Silence.
The words kept popping into his mind and showing themselves in his dream. The whole dream consisted of that until it switched scenes to Stan. There was no background. It was only black and Stan was standing in the middle of it all. It seemed peaceful with Stan's slight smile and that made Kyle feel a lot better. Outside of the dream Kyle was just about to smile when all of a sudden he heard a scream within his nightmare. Kyle twitched, but did not wake up and he watched Stan's body bust into a million pieces. The background turned from black to red and Stan's pieces were scattered everywhere.
Each piece screamed and yelled for Kyle. "Kyle, help!" Kyle's eyes wouldn't open, but they finally did when the Grim Reaper flashed an image of itself. The boy again woke with sweat dripping from his small body. He couldn't let Stan die, but was that really Stan's fate? Was he going to die or was something else going to happen to him?
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"You were there?" Cartman asked Kyle the next day.
"Y-yeah, I was there," Kyle replied, "I-I could've saved her, too... I just didn't realize what was going on." Kyle's voice began to get shaky and he swallowed the bubble in his throat. Stan gestured Kyle with his to follow him. They sat down at another table alone.
"Why did she kill herself?" Stan asked as soon as they sat down.
"I-I was partly the reason. She said in the note that it was from what had built up in past years." Kyle couldn't swallow the bubble anymore. He began to sob and as he stared at the table he confided in Stan. "Stan... I didn't mean for it to happen. I didn't know that I would be the one to finally make her snap. She... She told me that I shouldn't be ashamed of loving you... and that we should tell Cartman and Kenny about us."
"What?!" Stan gasped. "Are you kidding?! She must be crazy. We'll get ridiculed for the rest of our lives!"
"Then..." Kyle regained confidence although tears still fell from his eyes and looked up at Stan with a stern look. "Then we don't have very good friends. I love you, Stan, but I can't go on the rest of my life hiding that."
"Kyle, you're insane."
"I'm not insane. Haven't you ever heard the term, 'You shouldn't care what others think'? That's what I'm going by here. I won't tell anyone if you don't want me to, but I know one day I'll crack." Kyle still had the stern look on his face and the tears had stopped dropping. Stan was speechless and Kyle continued. "I saw the look on her face after she stabbed herself. That image will stay with my for the rest of my life as will the scream that she made while committing her act. After I read the note, I wanted to do anything she told me to do. Like I said before, I love you, Stan, but I have to admit... I loved her more than anything." Stan winced and began to yell.
"You've gone insane, Kyle Broflovski! Go to hell! I don't need you and your fucking lies!" Everyone around them stared as Stan continued to yell. "You're a fucking lunatic! GO BURN IN HELL, YOU FUCKING IDIOT!" Stan's eyes began to water and he slammed his fists onto the table.
"What the fuck did I do?! All I said was I loved her more than anything!"
Stan's voice became calm, but it was a shaky, eerie, evil tone. He lowered it so no one could hear and tears still formed in his eyes. "You can't love her more than you love me. You're a fucking idiot and I hope you die a slow and painful death." [A/N: Goddamn, this kid has jealousy issues that he needs to work out.]
That statement set Kyle off. "YOU KNOW WHAT, STAN? You're the fucking lunatic here. You're so fucking jealous. You're telling me to go die and burn and shit. Well, guess what? I bet the devil has a special place for you in hell, you fucking psycho! You're the one that told me to break up with Rebecca! You're the one who made me do it! And now thanks to your smart-ass idea, she's dead, you fucking asshole! It's all your fucking fault!" Stan's eyes widened and no more tears came from his eyes. Kyle realized what he said and knew he couldn't take it back. "St-Stan... I..."
"No, Kyle, stop. I understand. You never loved me. I'll go get on with my life now." Stan got up and left silently. Everyone around them was silent as well and Kyle felt as small as a pebble.
What have I done? He thought. Is this what's supposed to happen?
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Kyle retreated to his house after school to find his parents waiting for him in the living room.
"Kyle Broflovski," Sheila Broflovski began, "What happened at school today?"
"Aw, mom, I don't wanna talk about it."
"I think you will, Kyle," Gerald Broflovski said sternly.
"Stan and I had a fight." Kyle didn't make eye contact with his parents.
"About what?" Sheila asked.
"Just... stuff."
"Was it about Rebecca?" Gerald asked.
"A little." Kyle really didn't feel like talking about this.
"We're sorry about Rebecca, Kyle," Sheila said, "but we're more worried about how you've been doing since she died."
"I'll be fine, mom." Kyle walked to the stairs and up them. Once he got to the door of his room he could hear his parents talking.
"But he never fights with Stan, Gerald."
"Maybe he's just stressed. I think we should leave him alone. He's a growing boy, Sheila. He may need to be left alone sometimes."
"Well, all right. I guess we'll see what happens then. I'm still very worried, though. That poor girl, Gerald, that poor girl..." Kyle stepped inside of his room and sat on his bed. What would happen tomorrow?
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The next day Stan wasn't at school. Kyle threw up as soon as he found out Stan wasn't coming to school that day. He was sent home by the nurse and when he got home he called Stan's house right away.
"Hello?" Sharon Marsh answered the phone.
"Hi, Mrs. Marsh, is Stan there?"
"Yes, Kyle. One second." Sharon called for Stan and he picked up the phone.
"Hello?"
"Hi, Stan."
"Oh, hi."
"Why weren't you at school today?"
"I was sick. Uh, I gotta go." Stan hung up and Kyle felt terrible.
For the next couple of days Stan didn't talk to Kyle at all and if Kyle tried to talk to him, Stan wouldn't acknowledge him at all. Stan didn't sit with Cartman, Kyle, and Kenny at lunch anymore either.
"What did you do to Stan, Kyle?" Cartman asked.
"Nothing, fatass."
"Well, you certainly did something because Stan isn't hanging out with us anymore and that's not cool. That's just not cool."
"Shut up, ass-master. Why don't you go talk to him?" Kyle stared at his food.
"I think I will. Come on, Kenny, let's go talk to Stan and leave young Kyle all on his lonesome."
"Okay," Kenny said and followed Cartman to talk to Stan. The two boys didn't come back to sit with Kyle that day or the rest of the week.
Kyle felt so alone and finally realized what both of his dreams meant. He lost two very good friends (and two others if you count Cartman and Kenny going to sit with Stan) in a short amount of time and his dreams were only warning him of that.
...How was I supposed to know? Kyle thought. How was I supposed to know that I was going to lose two amazing friends? How come I lost them...?
It made no sense.
His life was going down the fucking drain.
Well then. I hope this chapter makes you want to read the next one. I know exactly what's going to happen... you might know what will happen, but maybe you don't. Or maybe I don't? Maybe my ideas will change when I start writing the next chapter. Well, anyway, the next chapter won't come for another couple days because I'm leaving for Georgia tomorrow [June 29th] and we're stopping in Virginia for a couple of days and I won't have a computer. So yeah. It will only be like five or six days before the last chapter. Okay, my dad's making me get off the computer. Love—Hannah