Chapter X

Only Skin Deep

HDM: I don't think anything of mine is beautiful in a sense that everything goes wrong in my stories. :sigh: alas, I cannot create something too happy because it always gets crushed...maybe it won't happen here...maybe...oh btw thank you all for the reviews, it makes this lil italian chick proud :sniff sniff: I LOVE YOU ALL!

FYI: I reintroduce my OC character and, yes they do have a moment, trust me when it comes to me it won't last (:x i said too much!)

I couldn't stop staring at the words. The words scream in agony from his flesh as if you can actually hear the words ringing in your head. I never saw Stan so livid, his dark blue eyes blaze with anger as he stares at the scars. Kyle grips the end of the sink, trying not to look at either one of us. The shower is still running but I ignore it. It finally hits me, I'm not the only one that's not right. I just never thought Kyle could possess that much hate to defile himself in such a way that can never go away. I never thought a person, especially Kyle, could have so much anguish or hate for life or himself to do such an act. I thought it was only with "Emo or Goth kids" but never Kyle...

I can vaguely remember our grade school days. The drugs and alcohol blur memories so it's hard to recall. I can remember the days when we had no cares. We would watch Terrance and Phillip, go down to Stark's Pond, or anywhere in South Park. We would watch the adults and how they were like aliens compared to us; we could never truly understand why some would be so...stupid. We considered ourselves sane...because we weren't like them. Aside from Cartman, no one we knew was really like the adults. We thought that we'll all be together and never ever be like the adults.

I realize we've grown up to be just like them...

We're now much older but hardly wiser. I think we knew more back when we were eight than we know at sixteen. "Kyle?" I let out softly. He looks at me with those green eyes. "Kenny, don't say anything...it's not what you need right now..." he said it with this udder twist of compassion it's almost revolting. How can you tell someone it's none of their concern when you're a cutter? "Kyle! This is NOT all right!" Stan yells. "When would you stop, huh? When you cut too much! You lied to me, god damnit!" Stan's voice pulsates through the room, you can feel his anger. He points to me. "DON'T think you're off the hook, Kenny! I'm not through with you!" I look at him and my eyes narrow. "Hey, I'm quite capable with dealing with my problem!" I say, rather asshole-ish. Kyle jumps off the bathroom sink and looks at us. "It's an addiction..." he said like it was an excuse, "I can't...stop..."

Stan grabbed his wrist and pulled him downstairs, leaving me alone. I wonder if they ever made out? You know, just to be curious. I turn off the water and climb out of the tub. I look at myself in the mirror. I gripped my hair rather forcefully and tug at it. I hate my hair, it makes me more like white trash. The heroine still vagely lingers because certain things stand out more than others. I took scissors from the cabinet and started snipping. Piece of golden blonde start falling into the sink and floor. I keep on taking pieces from the sides and back, trying to make myself look any better. I am so fucking ugly on the inside it's sickening.

I stroke my new snipped haircut. I left some on the top and back but not much. I look, attractive...for once. I threw the rest of my hair in the trash and I walked downstairs. Kyle and Stan are sitting on the couch watching TV. They oogle me as if I'm an alien. "Dude, we're not leaving you alone anymore..." Stan laughs. "You two just left me like that pretty quickly..." I replied with a grin. Stan threw a pillow at my head but he hit one of the many pictures hanging around his house. Kyle laughs quietly. His arms are wrapped with medical bands. The words bled through the wraps, still mocking him. "Stan, do you have anything to calm him down?" Stan looks at me but sends a glare. I send him a look and he replies with another. "What the fuck are you two doing?" Kyle asks. I run upstairs to return shortly with a wooden box.

After about ten minutes the effects of the drugs take affect. The colors return and I am reliving the past hours in bliss. Kyle leans against me and starts laughing for some stupid reason. Stan is laying on his back making rings within rings. "So you guys going out?" he asks casually. "You know Kyle doesn't date dudes!" I say like no one knew that. Kyle laughs and takes my blunt. "Yeah but what about you, Kenny? I've heard you do both when you're fucked up." he says before taking a drag. I take it back quickly and Stan starts laughing. "How did we end up fighting to getting stoned?" I ask. Kyle rests his head on my shoulder and starts to nod off. "Next time, I'm inviting girls..." Stan said on a concluding note. "With your luck they'll make out with eachother instead of you..." Kyle mummbled half awake. I start cracking up and Stan just puffs out the rest of the smoke from the blunt. "Yeah...that would be my luck..."

I woke up with beams of ray shining through. I can feel Kyle sleeping against my chest and apparently I wrapped my arm around him. Stan slept on the couch curled up in a ball. I played with his hair, his hair straightened out when he got older but I think he secretly straightens it. I feel like something happened but nothing ever did. Clyde and Deirdre left me alone so I'm happy again.I try to stretch but I only can stretch the one half of my body. I stare up at the ceiling, trying to recall the past couple of weeks. I came from "Mr. I-Hate-You-All" to "Mr. Emo" and then "Mr. Crazy-pants" and then back to being "Mr. Druggie" all in about...two or three weeks? God, my moods are worst than a girl...

Girl...I remember that girl...that girl who was no one from around here. The one with the long skirt...and the green eyes. What is it with me being attracted to green eyed beauties? Er...yeah...forget I said that sentence.

/Flashback/

I remember walking by Reighlie's house. I stood outside, just watching and smoking. I threw a pebble against the window and Reigh came to the window, looking pissed. "Why are you out there?" she yells outside. I gave her a smile that made most girls I knew let out an orgasmic moan. "Come out and find out..." I yelled back. "You're nuts!" she yelled but couldn't surpress a laugh. She closed the window and not a few minutes later she walks out the door. It started to snow. Flakes of white graced her hair, just magnifing her beauty. The cold makes the front of her face a rose hue.

"Why are you carrying a bag?" I asked her. She shrugged, it was a red small bag with funny Hot Topic style buttons on it. I tried to take it but she just shoved me into newly packed snow. I wrapped my arms around her and she tried to get out of my grasp. "Hard to get, eh?" I whispered in her ear. "That's apparently the way you like it..." her words were dripping with sarcasim. A few seconds later she pokes me hard in the shoulder. "TAG!" she starts running down the street. I caught up to her and grabbed her wrist. Reigh whips around and falls...into the snow. I just started laughing; I never did this with a girl...we're playing...and I don't really...do that.

I helped her up but I kept her in my arms. She nuzzled her face in my neck, to keep warm and maybe a bit more. I took her chin in my hand and I pressed my lips upon hers. She kissed back, kissing lightly but then I pressed harder. She broke it before I could slip in my tongue...not really happy about that. She looks sad and happy at the same time. "Reigh...what's wrong?" I asked. "Kenny...we can't do this..." she let out. She bites down on her lip. "Why? Aren't you happy, don't you want this?" I ask. "I'm leaving in a couple days, I'm moving to L.A." she choked out.

"No...no no no NO!" I yell out, "Why! You don't want to be here?" I am silenced by her lips pressed against mine. I wrap my arms around her waist as she hold my head with her cold fingers. I lace my tongue with hers and I explore every crevise. I break the kiss and she starts crying. "I don't want to leave! I really don't...but Kenny, there's nothing here for me! If you stay here you're doomed to stay here forever! My parents say L.A. is a good place to start to be a somebody!" I look into you pure green eyes. "But you're my somebody..." Reigh's eyes glisten with tears as she buries her face into my chest. She will never know that I was crying, too.

/End of Flashback/

She's leaving tomorrow, I think. I have to stop by later today. Kyle stirs in his sleep. I shouldn't be with them, I'll just defile their purity. Their pure green eyes will be distorted because of me. I stroke Kyle's cheek, he wouldn't want to be with me, anyway. Being straight most of the time wouldn't help me. Besides, I don't want to do that to him. He's having a rough time, I don't want to make it even worse. I left the house before they got up. I started to go to my house. I can see Kevin outside. He looks at me with a smug look on his face. "You were on TV" he said as I walk to the door. "So?" I replied without a care. "Momma and Father saw..." he said with venom, "You're in trouble..." I look at him and shot him a dirty look. I should have never went in that house.

I didn't even get through the front door and a beer bottle come hurling for my face. I quickly put my arm up but the glass still stuck in my arm. I let out a yell and I look to see Father panting heavily. I hear Mother screaming "NEIGHBORS SHOULDN'T SEE OUR DIRTY LAUNDRY!" I can tell she was smashed, too. Kevin, like a true asshole, come in to close the door. Then with a you-fucking-hick type glare he leaves me in the cage with the lions.He comes and lunges for my neck. I drop down and I try to crawl away. Another bottle cracks against my back, I yell out a scream. "STOP IT!" I hear Mother scream. He whips around and stares at her. "St-stop it!" she stammers, she should've never said a damn thing.

He pushes her against the wall. "I CAN DISIPLINE HIM THE WAY I PLEASE!" he screams. He didn't see me get up. "BASTERD!" I yell as my fist meets his cheekbone. I tackle him down and I start punching his face. Streams of tears pour out. "STOP, PLEASE YOU TWO! NO MORE FIGHTING!" I hear behind me. I shouldn't of ever hesitated...he finds the broken bottle and slices my side. I scream and I stupidly fell to the floor. I feel my body rubbing against the rug. The wicked man closes the door. The scent of liquor is in the air. He takes out the whips and his new favorite, a cilace. It's a belt with barb wires, it's a religious thing for some Catholics but it's excruisiating. I try to fight him but he weighs more, giving him an advantage. He cuffs me to the radiator and rips off my pants and shirt. He's such a kind man because he kept my boxers on...so nice, don't you think?

He wraps the cilace around my waist instead of my thigh, so when I breathed it ripped into me. I screamed in pain. "YOU'LL LEARN, THEY ALL LEARNED!" he screams. "NO! STOP IT!" I can hear behind the door. That's...my mom? "MOTHER!" I scream, maybe I'll be saved by the one who is supposed to protect me. The nob jiggles but it's locked. The whips come harder. He then straddles my boxers. No, no not again! Please God no! "MOTHER!" I shriek, "HE'S GONNA..." but it's too late. All she can hear now is ramming and screaming.

She breaks down the door, just to see me in a fluid of blood, feces, and piss. I cough up blood and try to look up to her. "WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY SON!" she shrieks. What, you never knew that his new pastime is S&M, rape, and incest? She hits him and starts screaming. He cracks her across the face. "DON'T YOU DARE HIT HER!" I scream but he kicks me in the ribs. She crawls to me and uncuff me from the radiator. "RUN!" she screams. "Mom...I'm not gonna-" but she already threw my pants in my face. "GOD DAMNIT YOU CRYBABY JUST GET OUT OF HERE!"

I hopped out of the window and ran...

I don't know what to do, all I can do is run. I got the pants on but it started to snow. I'm running with no shoes, shirt, or jacket. I don't know where I'm running but I keep on going. What is going to happen to her? I didn't want to leave her. I can't do anything...yet. I need to go back but I can't do anything until I get some strength. The asshole underestimates me but I'll show him. I'm not a punk-ass weak fuck like in the past...but even if I too weak. I cough up more blood. "Kenny!" I hear a voice echoing. I try to turn to see but I cough up more liquid and I hit the ground, hard.

I wake up to the smell of candles burning. I see a giant Edward Scissorhands poster on the ceiling. I try to sit up but the pain is too much. I look to see Reigh on the opposite end of the room, just staring. I look her and smile. "What time is it?" I ask her. "It's late, you've been out for at least twelve hours" she replied. What? Well, I guess I did needed some rest; I sat up and looked at her. "I need to go..." I say casually, as if I'm completely insane...which isn't far from the truth. Her eyes narrow and she approaches me."No way, Kenny! You're NOT going out like some-" but I pull her in for a kiss.

She tries to break it but I push harder against her mouth. I want something, but I don't want...to take it. I suddenly just stopped. She strokes my cheek, where a bandaid is now. I walk to the window. "Kenny..." she calls to me. I open the window. "Cliché as it sounds, it's not you." I stare out the window, "I won't do to you that I've done to every girl I've met..." I start to climb out and I place my foot on some kind of ladder thingy for plants. "You're still not better..." she points out and I let out a laugh. "I'll be fine...I've had worse" I look away, trying not to look into those eyes, "Take care, don't let some dick take away your pure green eyes." She looks at me, confused but understanding. I kissed her on the cheek and I started to climb down.

Now...I need a knife...

End of Chapter X

HDM: Kenny loves the red heads nyah nyah! ;) Okay, um yeah for all you yaoi fans (if you're not an anime junkie it's basically guyandguy) this doesn't denounce that there will be any action, whether it be with Kyle or some random guy on the street. There is a reason for Reighlie, she is a symbol of something. I won't tell you, though, you have to figure that one out on your own. Tell me in a review, if your correct I'll put you in an author note. (note that it's not one answer)