Their Fault

I know that Mattie's main rival is Victoria, and she hasn't really been in any of the ch's yet, but she will soon

Disclaimer – I don't own South Park or the characters, unless I made them up

My own scream woke me up.

I sat up so fast that my head spun. I was breathing really hard too.

What a nightmare...

My hands were throbbing, so I rubbed them. Why was I dreaming about that? Well, more like reliving, since a dream is actually a fragment of your imagination while you sleep. I would never imagine THAT.

I shivered just thinking about it. About the way my uncle had disabled my hands for almost a month...

Why did I dream that? It took me so long to get rid of those memories...and now...why?

The clock said 2:15. For someone who sleeps a lot, I sure am tired. But I wasn't about to go back to sleep. Not after that.

A pipe banged in the basement and I jumped. Now I was paranoid. I wont sleep until my aunt gets home in a few days. I wont be able to after that.

I suddenly started to cough. You know, those painful coughs that make you gag and make your eyes water? One of those.

I walked to the kitchen for a glass of water. But when I drank it, I coughed again, which made me choke on it. And that made the cough even worse.

The doorbell rang for the second time today.

I wiped my eyes while still coughing and went to open it.

Kyle stood there with a pissed expression.

"Wha-"

I couldn't finish my sentence because I started to cough again and my eyes teared up. So I stepped aside to let him in.

"We're going for a walk" he said without looking at me.

"Who's we?" I asked in a wheezy voice.

"We. You and me."

"Im not dressed." I was still in my pj's.

"So go get dressed."

I had half a mind to kick him out of my house for the way he was talking to me.

I walked over to the stairs and put my hand on the railing. But I didn't go up. I just stared upstairs.

"Arnt you going?"

"I....I..."

I couldn't! I was afraid. What if he was waiting upstairs for me?! Or hiding...waiting to push me down?

What was I thinking? My uncle was in prison in Rhode Island!

But still...

I walked up the steps slowly and into my room.

I checked under my bed, in my bathroom, in the closet, any place that someone could hide in.

When I was done, I put on my Elroy Jetson shirt and pants, and threw on my sweater and beanie last. I went into the bathroom and brushed my teeth fast before throwing on my shoes and walking back down.

Kyle was waiting at the door.

"Lets go."

We walked out into the cold snow. Yeah, snow in October. Which is why we don't have school today.

We walked down my street in silence. For a snow day, there weren't that many people outside.

When we got to the center of town, it was a bit noisier and busier, which made me relieved because it was creepy walking in silence with Kyle.

We took the path that led to Starks Pond. But no one was there. Normally the place was packed with people, but today, it was empty.

"Sit." He ordered, pointing to a bench.

I obeyed and sat.

Kyle started to yell at me, which freaked me out, since I've only seen Kyle yet at Cartman the way he was yelling at me.

He was saying how upset Stan was about our fight, and how upset Vicky got because Stan said I hated her. He was upset because of what I had said too, and he wasn't in a good mood with me and I had no right to get mad about anything and he was saying just about everything Stan had told me.

"So I don't know what to do Mattie! Your just being so difficult lately and its really getting old!!" he yelled.

I looked down. I didn't know what to say! Well...I did. But I'm sure what ever I said, would just make things worse for me.

Suddenly, Kyle threw his hands up and I let out a small scream and covered my face, waiting for the smack.

"M-Mattie...did you think I was gonna hit you?" I heard him ask me in a whisper.

I uncovered my face slowly and saw Kyle kneel down in front of me.

"Did you?"

He put his gloved hand on my bare one and felt me shaking.

I stared at him and he stared at me for a minute, before I pushed him away, got up, and ran.

I didn't go straight home. Instead I wandered around outside of town for a while to think. Why had I thought Kyle would hit me? He had no reason...and he wouldn't do it anyway, I think. He wasn't like that. But the dream had been fresh in my mind and...thinking about that made me think he was about to hit me when he threw his hands up.

I stopped myself from crying. I had been doing it to much lately, and there was no need for it! My nose was runny and numb, my throat hurt and my eyes were all teary.

It had started to snow a bit hard since I was with Kyle, and it was much colder out and I didn't have my gloves with me. Up ahead, not too far, I saw the old abandoned gas station. Id stay there until the snow let up.

But as I got closer to it, I became more scared. It was dark and creepy...like my uncles basement...

I was right outside of it. The wind blew rather hard and I shivered as it went through my thin sweater.

Maybe I'd just go home...

I was on the sidewalk, staring up at my bed room window. It was dark out now, and my light was on. I was scared shitless.

My aunt's car wasn't in the driveway, so she couldn't have been home. So who the hell was in my house? And why my room?

I was not about to go inside that house alone, but it was dark and cold outside. I was scared to go to Kyle's, and I was still mad at Stan.

So I shoved my hands in the big pocket of my sweater and sat down on the snowy sidewalk, waiting for anyone I knew to come by.

Almost forty minutes later, I saw someone walking down the street.

It was Wendy.

I stood up as she came closer.

"Hey." I said.

"Hey Mattie." She smiled. "Why are you outside?"

I coughed. "Er, this might sound retarded, but I'm scared to go in my house."

Wendy looked at me.

"Why?"

"Well, I left this afternoon with Kyle and when I came back a while ago, I saw that my bedroom light was on when I never even had it on today. So I'm afraid someones in my house."

Wendy laughed in her girlish way.

"I never thought you'd be scared of anything, Mattie."

"Pfft, same here."

Wendy looked up at my house and patted me on the back.

"I'll go in with you! It'll be just like a scary movie!"

"Ooh, yay."

So Wendy and I walked up the front steps and into my house. It was pitch black inside. I clung to Wendy's arm and let out a short scream when I heard a pipe bang in the wall.

"Aw cmon Mattie! There's nothing in here!" she said in a laughing voice.

I felt the wall for the switch and turned the light on.

Wendy gasped and I stood there wide eyed.

The living room was a mess. The recliner chair was tipped over, the glass table had a big crack in the middle, pots of plants were dumped all over the rug, papers littered the ground, picture frames were broken and the glass littered the floor. But the thing that upset me the most was the picture of my parents and me... The frame was shattered, and their faces had been drawn on and my face had a hole in it.

I picked up the picture and walked into the kitchen.

It was almost like the living room.
Pots and pans littered the floor, food was tossed out of the pantry and cabinets, cups were knocked out, dishes were all over the counter, the sink was running and over flowing onto the floor, and the fridge and freezer were wide open.

Wendy was right behind me.

"Heh...a-a little too much like a scary movie, eh Wendy?" I said in a shaky voice.

"Y-yeah...should we still check upstairs?"

I thought.

"Im afraid to see how bad my room is..."

So Wendy and I got the courage to trudge up the stairs together.
When we got to the top, we saw the window at the end of the hall wide open and snow was falling onto the carpet. We walked down the hall and I closed it.

"Lets check my aunts room first."

I opened the door and flicked on the light.

It wasn't as bad as downstairs. Her sheets and covers were ripped off and in a pile on the floor, her clothes were thrown all over the room, some of her perfume was spilt on the dresser and her make-up case was dumped upside down.

"My aunt is gonna have a shit fit when she hears about this..." I told Wendy, as we walked out and closed the door.

My door was already open and we could see inside it.

"Wow..."

Nothing in my room had been touched. Except for my light and window, which was wide open too.

That made me shiver. The intruder had entered the house from my room by using the tree I used to use to sneak out every night.

"Mattie...lookit this picture." Wendy said, handing it to me.

What I got was 3 pieces of paper.

Kenny and Cartman weren't cut off from each other, but their faces had been scribbled out. Stan and Kyle were pasted together, the picture was still sticky, but there was nothing wrong with them. My picture had a big black X across it.

Wendy and I walked out of my house and I locked the door behind me.

"Well, I'm glad I didn't go in there alone." I said.

Wendy faked a smile. "I'll help you clean up tomorrow."

I nodded.

We walked down the steps, not looking straight ahead.

I slammed into someone halfway down the driveway. When I looked up, I saw Kyle looking down at me.

I let out a small whimper and backed away. Wendy looked at us.

"Mattie...I..." Kyle stopped when he saw Wendy.

"What are you doing here?" he asked her.

"Im allowed to be here!" she said in a huffy voice.

"C'mon Wendy. Lets go." I said, grabbing her arm and pulling her down the drive way.

"Mattie! Holy shit, would you just talk to me?!" Kyle said, running up to us.

I ignored him.

"Why are you so pissed at me? I didn't even touch you!"

"Whats he talking about?" Wendy asked me.

"Nothing..."

"Why didn't you answer when I knocked on your door earlier? You were home, so don't say you weren't."

"I wasn't home!" I told him.

"Your light was on, and I could hear music! I know your aunt isn't home, so it had to have been you!"

I turned around to face Kyle.

"I wasn't home!! I would know if I was, don't you think?! There are such things as burglars you know! Maybe my house was broken into and they were havin a great time destroying my house while listening to music!"

I stomped away, leaving Wendy with Kyle.

"Whats up her ass?"

Wendy sighed.

"Her house was broken into. Shes just upset. She's coming to my house, and we have to call the police..."

"Well why didn't she just say that??" Kyle asked her.

"She...did."

Wendy ran back up to me and we left Kyle standing in the street.

I slammed the phone down in Wendy's room.

"Fucking assholes!"

"Whats wrong?" she asked while flipping a page in her magazine.

"Those doughnut eating assholes think I was kidding! They laughed at me when I told them about my house!!!"

"So what should we do?"

I thought.

"Well, I cant tell my aunt. She's not answering her hotel or cell phone. So I guess I'll just clean up tomorrow and try to replace what I can..."

I sighed and rubbed my eyes, which hurt again.

"Wendy, can you toss me my bag?"

She leaned over and threw it at me.

I dug out my pills and after much struggling, got the child proof lock to open.

"What are those for?" she asked.

"My eye aches." I told her as I popped 3 in my mouth.

"You need 3 pills for a head ache?"

"Eye ache. And yeah, my doctor said that the more I take, the more effective it is. But it doesn't seem to work for me. I just get worse ones."

"So don't you think you should stop taking them? I mean, maybe your immune to em, or your allergic to the ingredients. That could be why they don't help much."

I was about to answer, but I started to cough really hard.

"Woah, you ok?!"

I pulled my hand away from my mouth and stared at it.

"Mattie!"

I wiped my mouth with my sleeve to get the blood off.

"T-that's never happened before..."

"Oh my gosh! Are you ok?!"

I coughed again and got more blood on my hand.

"I-I feel fine."

"Mattie, I can get my mom to drive you to the hospital! Cmon!" Wendy said in a frantic voice while getting off her bed.

"N-no!! No I don't need to go! I'm sure it'll stop soon! My throat is probably just sore from screaming today...it'll stop." I said.

"Are you sure? Cause, if it doesn't stop, we're going." She told me.

"If it doesn't stop, we'll go. But...it will."

Wendy sat back down on her bed.

"So...before. When we were in driveway and Kyle said he didn't even touch you...what did he mean?"

I looked at the carpet, while wiping my hand on my sweater.

"Well...I-I thought he was gonna hit me today. So Im scared to be near him right now..."

Wendy gasped.

"Oh, but you know Kyle would never hit you! He cares about you so much!"

"Yeah, well...not lately."

"Well...who do you think broke into your house?"

I didn't say anything for a minute.

Who DID I think broke into my house? I don't know...but...maybe...

"Well, there's only one person I'd like to blame, but he's in prison..."

Wendy nodded. She knew who I meant.

"Wendy?"

"Hmm?"

"Do you still like Stan?"

Wendy flipped over on her bed and hung her head from the end.

"I...I dunno. I mean, he's still dating that Tammy girl, right?"

"Yeah."

"Then...no."

"Your such a liar." I giggled.

Wendy blushed.

"Well, he doesn't like me anymore if he has a new girlfriend, so I might as well try to get over him, right?"

"Not really. He could still like you, you know. Maybe Tammy is just his way to try to get over you."
"Gee, thanks.

"Do...do you think Tammy is a good girlfriend for him, Mattie?"

I looked at her.

"Well, I like Tammy. But, she makes Stan buy her crap, and take her places...he goes overboard with her. So no. Its not healthy the way Stan hangs on her. He's being obsessive."

"Yeah. Ive seen the way he acts around her. He never acted like that around me!!" Wendy pouted.

I laughed.

"But that was a good thing! You know Stan doesn't come from money. Tammy doesn't care. She's my friend and all, but she needs to lighten up."

Wendy laughed too.

"Its nice to be able to talk about Stan."

I looked at her.

"Why do you say that?"

"Well, when ever I try to talk about him to my other girl friends, they tell me to get over him and stop talking about him...but you don't care...right?"

"Nah, I don't care. He was my friend and I could talk about all the good times we had." I said with a sad smile.

"What do you mean 'was'?"

"He told me he didn't want to be my friend anymore, today...but, maybe he'll get over it, right?"

Wendy nodded.

"Im sure he will! He cant stay mad very long."

"Well...do you think I'm a grouchy bitch?"

Wendy smiled.

"You have your moments! But so does everyone else in the world. Why?"

"No reason...just wondering."

Wendy's door opened.

"Alright, girls. It's 11 o clock. You have school tomorrow." Said her mom.

"Ok, mom. Good night!"

The door closed.

I set up my sleeping bag, and changed in the bathroom, while Wendy changed in her room.

We got into our designated sleeping areas and Wendy shut the light off.

It was the first time I felt happy this month.

Wow, what a retarded chapter ;; this one was worse then the last. Mattie was actually having a good time somewhere! Ah well...she'll be all angsty in the next chapter :3