Disclaimer- I do not own South Park. It belongs to Matt Stone and Trey
Parker. (now if only I was a bit older I could marry one...)
Warning- This is a SLASH! Which means there's guy on guy. Don't like it, tough shit.
I haven't seen Damien in a week. I can't belive he took off. It sure is lonely without Damien. It's not 'homey' any more. I haven't eaten in two days because I don't want to go into the kitchen and see a knife. I don't trust myself. I just want him to come home.
There was a nock on the door. Damien? I ran to it and opened the door. No one was there, but there was an envelope taped to the door. It had 'Pipper' written on it in Damien's handwriting. My eyes lit up and a smile formed on my face. Wait a second. What if it's not what I think it is? What if he's breaking up with me or he's telling me he's never coming back. My smile fades and I shut the door.
I walk back to the couch and collapse onto it. I look at the envelope, debating if I want to open it. I better open it. I might be able to stop something maybe. I look at the envelope, debating if I want to open it. I better open it. I might be able to stop something maybe. I slowly rip it open. I see a picture fall out of the envelope. I quickly pick it up. It was back in 6th grade, when Damien came back to South Park and I met back up with him. I didn't even see a camera. Satan must have taken it when I wasn't looking. Damien was hanging on me and kissing my cheek. My heart aches now. I sigh and look down at the note. It said:
Pipper:
Hey babe, it's Damien. Hope your not worried. I went to Hell for awhile. I can't forgive myself. I didn't mean to fling you across the room. I was pissed off. You kept pushing and pushing and I cracked. It still hurts to think that you think I'm using you. It my eyes, you're my love after Layne. You, actually, mean more to me than Layne. You know how much I loved Layne. Hell, I still do, I always will. That's how you'll always be. God I'm getting all sappy on you. I'm grossing myself out now!
Look at what I found in my dad's room in a frame. IT'S US! See? Even Dad thinks were meant to be. Well he actually told me we where a LOOOOOOOOOOOONG time ago. Man, I miss you, dude. Hold onto this if you miss me.
I've been watching you on my Dad's TV where you can see whoever you want. As you can tell, you've been on the TV all 24 hours. But I had to change the channel when I saw you cutting. I couldn't watch it. It hurt too much to know it was my fault and I was causing you pain. I was crying and Dad called me a 'crying pussy' but he was just joking around.
I'm trying to get my act together, Pip. I truly am. I wont let us turn out like Dad's relationship with Chris where he tried to become a nice guy but he always went back to Sadam. I won't give up on you, Pip. I'm determined.
Please be strong, Your lover, Damien.
I couldn't stop the tears from falling. I shot off the couch. "Damien, If you're watching me right now, turn off the TV and come home! I'm so lonely without you. End yours and mines grieving! I'll forget that you threw me across the room. It doesn't matter if you did, it's the fact that you've apologized and I forgive you. Please, come home and cradle me. I can't handle it anymore, Damien. I need you. I fucking need you!" I cry and collapse onto the floor. "Do you see what the fuck you do to me!? I hate it! I don't want to be in pain anymore!" I scream and on the floor with my fists. I sob into the carpet. "I love you, Damien. You've got to stop this." I cry. I pull back my sleeves. Scars. Might as well reopen them.
I lay in the bath tub. I have Damien's Korn CD on repeat. The song "Faggot" is the best Korn song ever. I can totally relate to it. Thank god it's on this CD. I feel like dying.
I grab Damien's note off the toilet and look at it. I drop it in the tub and it descinergrates. I look over at my razor. I sit up and grab it. I lay back down and examine it. Suside is on my mind. Is it worth it? Some part of me says yes but another part says no. What about Damien? Would he even care? It's not like he won't find love after me. The boy usually has 8 to 10 boyfriends at one time. I'm probliy some trial to see if he's ready for a real relationship again. I run the blade softly across my finger. I get 3 little cuts on it. Nothing too serious, I didn't even drawl blood.
I look around. "Damien, are you watching? If you are how about we play a game. I'll choose it. Its called "Reality TV Show." My show is called "Suside or no Suside." In this show, the viewer, you, votes if the contestant, me, lives or not. What do you say? You game? You know the number. Dial it up in the next very few minutes to see if the orphan English boy lives. It's all in your hands viewer, all in yo-"I say when the phone starts to ring through out the house. Holy shit. If that's Damien I'm gonna flip.
I get out and walk to the kitchen. God, it's cold! I shakily pick up the phone. "Pip and Da-"I start when the voice on the other line cut in angrily.
"YOU FUCKING KILL YOURSELF AND I'LL GO UP THERE AND KICK YOUR ASS! How dare you even think of pulling a stunt like this, Philip!" Damien screamed in my ear. Shit. He said my full name. He's pissed.
I fell onto the tile floor and started shaking and crying. "I-I don't know. D-Damien, I'm so alone and depressed that I-"I start but Damien cut me off again.
"KNOCK IT OFF! Pick yourself off the goddamn floor. Your getting the whole floor wet!" Damien growled.
I stand up and shudder. "Stop watching me. It's a bit creepy." I say.
"Well I can't just turn it off. I don't need you to fucking kill yourself." Damien shot at me.
"I'm sorry. It's just..." I start and sigh.
"I know, baby. I know. I saw your breakdown in the kitchen. I know you're in pain. But you're not alone. I feel the same way." Damien says.
"SO COME THE FUCK HOME!!" I yell.
"I CAN'T YET! Look, give me 3 more days. I still need a answer." Damien says.
"What's your question?" I ask.
"It's more like questions." Damien says and there was a long pause. "Pipper, I gotta go. Look, I'll be home in 3 days. No more, no less. Can you hang in there for me?"
"Yeah, yeah. I'll try." I reply, sadly.
"Ok, I love you." Damien says and before I could speak he hung up. I didn't even get to tell him I love him. I frown and drag myself to the bath. I lay down and look back at the razor. I pick it up, but with different thoughts. I throw it against the door of the bathroom. I smile. I'm done with that cutting bullshit. I'm gonna stop right now.
Author's Note: Hey! What's up everybody! Sorry this is so short. I think the next chapter might have a lemon scene in it. I think Pip and Damien realy frickin need it. LOL. Hell I think everybody needs it. He He He. My perverted mind is back and strong. I wrote the scene while watching Adult Swim last Thursday and listing to Loveline on the radio. (I'm multi- talented. .) It was a crappy Family Guy. LOL. So it might suck. I think the next chapter is short too. I'm realy trying to drag this out as far as I can. I realy love this story and I don't want to see it end. (which I know the end is very near.) FYI: there are 4 more chapters left I think. {Sniffles} it's so sad! He He He.
OH MY GOD YOU GUYS! I'm so sorry! I uploaded the chapter on the 28th and I thought I posted it but I'm a moron and I didn't SORRY!!! Please don't hate me! You can chew me out in your reviews. Later and sorry again!
Warning- This is a SLASH! Which means there's guy on guy. Don't like it, tough shit.
I haven't seen Damien in a week. I can't belive he took off. It sure is lonely without Damien. It's not 'homey' any more. I haven't eaten in two days because I don't want to go into the kitchen and see a knife. I don't trust myself. I just want him to come home.
There was a nock on the door. Damien? I ran to it and opened the door. No one was there, but there was an envelope taped to the door. It had 'Pipper' written on it in Damien's handwriting. My eyes lit up and a smile formed on my face. Wait a second. What if it's not what I think it is? What if he's breaking up with me or he's telling me he's never coming back. My smile fades and I shut the door.
I walk back to the couch and collapse onto it. I look at the envelope, debating if I want to open it. I better open it. I might be able to stop something maybe. I look at the envelope, debating if I want to open it. I better open it. I might be able to stop something maybe. I slowly rip it open. I see a picture fall out of the envelope. I quickly pick it up. It was back in 6th grade, when Damien came back to South Park and I met back up with him. I didn't even see a camera. Satan must have taken it when I wasn't looking. Damien was hanging on me and kissing my cheek. My heart aches now. I sigh and look down at the note. It said:
Pipper:
Hey babe, it's Damien. Hope your not worried. I went to Hell for awhile. I can't forgive myself. I didn't mean to fling you across the room. I was pissed off. You kept pushing and pushing and I cracked. It still hurts to think that you think I'm using you. It my eyes, you're my love after Layne. You, actually, mean more to me than Layne. You know how much I loved Layne. Hell, I still do, I always will. That's how you'll always be. God I'm getting all sappy on you. I'm grossing myself out now!
Look at what I found in my dad's room in a frame. IT'S US! See? Even Dad thinks were meant to be. Well he actually told me we where a LOOOOOOOOOOOONG time ago. Man, I miss you, dude. Hold onto this if you miss me.
I've been watching you on my Dad's TV where you can see whoever you want. As you can tell, you've been on the TV all 24 hours. But I had to change the channel when I saw you cutting. I couldn't watch it. It hurt too much to know it was my fault and I was causing you pain. I was crying and Dad called me a 'crying pussy' but he was just joking around.
I'm trying to get my act together, Pip. I truly am. I wont let us turn out like Dad's relationship with Chris where he tried to become a nice guy but he always went back to Sadam. I won't give up on you, Pip. I'm determined.
Please be strong, Your lover, Damien.
I couldn't stop the tears from falling. I shot off the couch. "Damien, If you're watching me right now, turn off the TV and come home! I'm so lonely without you. End yours and mines grieving! I'll forget that you threw me across the room. It doesn't matter if you did, it's the fact that you've apologized and I forgive you. Please, come home and cradle me. I can't handle it anymore, Damien. I need you. I fucking need you!" I cry and collapse onto the floor. "Do you see what the fuck you do to me!? I hate it! I don't want to be in pain anymore!" I scream and on the floor with my fists. I sob into the carpet. "I love you, Damien. You've got to stop this." I cry. I pull back my sleeves. Scars. Might as well reopen them.
I lay in the bath tub. I have Damien's Korn CD on repeat. The song "Faggot" is the best Korn song ever. I can totally relate to it. Thank god it's on this CD. I feel like dying.
I grab Damien's note off the toilet and look at it. I drop it in the tub and it descinergrates. I look over at my razor. I sit up and grab it. I lay back down and examine it. Suside is on my mind. Is it worth it? Some part of me says yes but another part says no. What about Damien? Would he even care? It's not like he won't find love after me. The boy usually has 8 to 10 boyfriends at one time. I'm probliy some trial to see if he's ready for a real relationship again. I run the blade softly across my finger. I get 3 little cuts on it. Nothing too serious, I didn't even drawl blood.
I look around. "Damien, are you watching? If you are how about we play a game. I'll choose it. Its called "Reality TV Show." My show is called "Suside or no Suside." In this show, the viewer, you, votes if the contestant, me, lives or not. What do you say? You game? You know the number. Dial it up in the next very few minutes to see if the orphan English boy lives. It's all in your hands viewer, all in yo-"I say when the phone starts to ring through out the house. Holy shit. If that's Damien I'm gonna flip.
I get out and walk to the kitchen. God, it's cold! I shakily pick up the phone. "Pip and Da-"I start when the voice on the other line cut in angrily.
"YOU FUCKING KILL YOURSELF AND I'LL GO UP THERE AND KICK YOUR ASS! How dare you even think of pulling a stunt like this, Philip!" Damien screamed in my ear. Shit. He said my full name. He's pissed.
I fell onto the tile floor and started shaking and crying. "I-I don't know. D-Damien, I'm so alone and depressed that I-"I start but Damien cut me off again.
"KNOCK IT OFF! Pick yourself off the goddamn floor. Your getting the whole floor wet!" Damien growled.
I stand up and shudder. "Stop watching me. It's a bit creepy." I say.
"Well I can't just turn it off. I don't need you to fucking kill yourself." Damien shot at me.
"I'm sorry. It's just..." I start and sigh.
"I know, baby. I know. I saw your breakdown in the kitchen. I know you're in pain. But you're not alone. I feel the same way." Damien says.
"SO COME THE FUCK HOME!!" I yell.
"I CAN'T YET! Look, give me 3 more days. I still need a answer." Damien says.
"What's your question?" I ask.
"It's more like questions." Damien says and there was a long pause. "Pipper, I gotta go. Look, I'll be home in 3 days. No more, no less. Can you hang in there for me?"
"Yeah, yeah. I'll try." I reply, sadly.
"Ok, I love you." Damien says and before I could speak he hung up. I didn't even get to tell him I love him. I frown and drag myself to the bath. I lay down and look back at the razor. I pick it up, but with different thoughts. I throw it against the door of the bathroom. I smile. I'm done with that cutting bullshit. I'm gonna stop right now.
Author's Note: Hey! What's up everybody! Sorry this is so short. I think the next chapter might have a lemon scene in it. I think Pip and Damien realy frickin need it. LOL. Hell I think everybody needs it. He He He. My perverted mind is back and strong. I wrote the scene while watching Adult Swim last Thursday and listing to Loveline on the radio. (I'm multi- talented. .) It was a crappy Family Guy. LOL. So it might suck. I think the next chapter is short too. I'm realy trying to drag this out as far as I can. I realy love this story and I don't want to see it end. (which I know the end is very near.) FYI: there are 4 more chapters left I think. {Sniffles} it's so sad! He He He.
OH MY GOD YOU GUYS! I'm so sorry! I uploaded the chapter on the 28th and I thought I posted it but I'm a moron and I didn't SORRY!!! Please don't hate me! You can chew me out in your reviews. Later and sorry again!