Chapter Fourteen

Lick the Bones Clean

HDM: yum, this title makes me think of Buffalo Wings mmmmmm yummie! To FG, the last chapter title came from your review when you said Kyle would be the knight in shining armor...I just changed it to rusted because he's flawed...and I can't believe I've explained a title of a chapter O.O;;;;;;; To Leela's Tears, that is a HDM original poem, thank you for the compliment! XD

Yeah this is to the point I can only update every two weeks because my mom's AOL on is retarded... document manager only works on my dad's...and I can't post my new story because the accept the guidelines is being retarded...everything is retarded -.-

A week has passed from the whole incident and everything seems to be getting back to normal. At first a lot of kids at school were pitiful about what happened but that soon ceased. Some of the teachers let me not do some homework because of it but I didn't accept. I won't take their pity since I was the murderer. I was thinking of maybe the thought of murder would pass...maybe that it won't stay locked onto my inner conscious...although that is pretty damn small.

I walk into English and sat behind Stan in the third row, fourth seat. Eric and Kyle are in the first row in the second and third seat so we can't communicate unless we're in group projects. The teacher, Ms. Mooney, came in almost missing the bell. She's a new teacher here but man does she shine light on this school. She's one of the few teachers I have that's twenty-three and hot. "Okay class, I'm going to ask you all to come up and share your poems." she explained with a slight exasperation in her voice. She pushed back the assignment because a lot of kids didn't get it, go figure. We all went through our book bags for our books. "Now, who's first?" she asked.

The majority of the poems sucked major ass. Girls mostly wrote about their boyfriends and friends and boys mostly wrote about football or some other sport. Eric, I won't even retell his poem it was so ungodly. I hear my name being called up. Shit, I thought I would be last...then again she's not going in no paticular order. When I came up, she gave me a smile of encouragement, I guess. "So, Kenny, what do you have to share with us?" I shuffled in my place for a bit behind the podium. "Um, I want you to decide..." I replied. She nodded and sat back on her desk, her eyes locked onto me like a lioness after her antelope dinner. I gulped and took a breath.

"It's called...Masks Cannot Heal..."

Porcelain masks of different emotions
Never leaving without one
Your face is never shown
Only the mask...

Mirrors everywhere
But your image isn't there
So many manifestations
But not the true face

So many windows open
The one to your true nature
Shut tight with nails
No one will see

Crack the clown masks
Break those accursed mirrors
Let open that nailed windowOr else you'll die unknown

You'll be washed away
You cannot swim
All the while no one will help
Because they don't know you

The room was silent. Everyone had this gawking look, their eyes are fixated on me. I let out a cough to break the silence and Ms. Mooney started to clap. The rest of the class also applauded me and I felt my cheeks get red. "Now, class, what is the meaning and what is the theme of Kenny's poem?" she asked the room. None of the kids dared to raise their hand. Kyle slowly raised it and she nodded. "It's about not letting anyone see your true self. Whether to hide or not to upset anyone, you hide behind a mask. The end tells us to get rid of the masks because people can't help you if you don't let them in..." he explained. A lot of 'oh yeah' came out of anonymous mouths. "Now, the theme...I think it's Inner Self..." he said in a hesitant manner. I stiffin a bit and about thirty pairs of eyes fixated on me.

Thank you God for the bell...

I almost ran to my locker, I didn't want to talk to anyone about my stupid poem or about the stupid meaning or the stupid inner self. I got to my locker and took out my key to open it. I open it to see all of my stupid shit on the door. There's pictures of girls I've dated long ago and a picture of the guys. There's one picture that I got a little sentimental about...it was the one of Reighlie and Kyle together. It was a couple years ago...she gave it to me because she didn't have any of hers that were more recent. I slam my locker and bang my head several times against the metal. I pounded my fists si hard you would think I dented the sucker.

I felt someone touch my shoulder and I jumped out of my skin. It was Kyle and he jumped back too. "Um, ready for lunch?" he muttered softly. I nodded my head and we headed for the cafeteria. "Um, I'm sorry if I got you upset..." he mumbled. I shook my head. "It's alright Kyle, you were right...don't be sorry about being right..." I told him. "Do you wear a lot of masks?" he asked in a hushed tone. I was a lost of words. Kyle blushes a bit out of embarrassment and shuts up. "Kyle, are you okay?" I ask the red headed Jew, "You seem...off." He looks up at me; poor kid, he only grew to be five six when I'm now five ten and still growing. He looks like a frightened puppy who lost his way. "You know my meds?" he asked. I nodded.

"I ran out yesterday..."

I blink a couple of times. Shit, I heard what happened the last time he didn't take his meds. He slouches a bit and we walk a bit quicker to the cafeteria. We saw Stan at our table and we could see Cartman in the line. I give Stan a 'we-need-to-talk' look and he quickly gets up. Kyle obviously ignored it because he went into the lunch line. Stan and I walk down to the vending machines to talk. "What's up Kenny?" he asked me. I look around to see anyone eaves dropping. "Kyle doesn't have any meds..." I whisper in his ear. Stan's pupil dilated and then contracted in fear. "Why the fuck does he not?" he whispered harshly. "He said he ran out yesterday and he must have forgot to remind his parents..." I guessed. Stan curserd under his breath and we started back toward the table but not before I get a soda.

"We need to watch him..." Stan concluded as we walk. I decide not to talk and just nod. I'll let Stan formulate the plan, he's better at these things than I could ever be. "We can go to his house and tell his mom and dad about the pills." I say without thinking about it. "That's a good idea! We could watch him." Stan says with a grin. We get back to the table and Cartman is already ripping into Kyle's ego. Shit, that's not a good thing...Cartman doesn't know about his depression and Kyle wants to keep it that way. "You fucking Jew, why don't you retaliate, huh? Are you being a bigger pussy than usual? Answer me!" Cartman sneers at the red head. Kyle just stares down at his fries and keeps silent.

"Cartman, lay off on the insults..." Stan warned him. "Why should I goth? He always breaks my balls, why can't I?" Cartman replied crudely. "Today is different fat shit so lay off..." I warned him as well. "Fuck you guys, I don't listen to nobody!" he retaliated with poor grammer to boot. "Kyle you flaming Jew! Why won't you say something? You're such a cheap ass son of a bitch!" Kyle looks over at him and sneers. "Go back to your tart of a mom you obese sack of shit..." he hissed. "Aye! You don't call me fat or my mom a whore you basterd!" Cartman replied. "I call it as I see it, you bumblefuck. Now leave me alone and choke on your lunch." Kyle sneered. Cartman was about to reply but Stan gave him a look. "Screw you guys!" he yelled and stormed away.

I thought the day couldn't crawl any slower but alas...it did. Kyle luckily had either Stan or me in his class to keep our eyes on him. He didn't do much but write in this little spiral notepad. I thought, at first, he was going to jam the pen into his wrist because he got frustrated about something...but he didn't. The bell rang and the class flooded out the doors but me and Kyle waited a bit. He gives me a sad smile. I wonder if he's always been like this but I just never saw it. Maybe he was like this even before he was diagnosed, maybe he has it because no one really does pay attention to him.

It's not just us, though. His parents never really give him the attention he needed or wanted. Ike was an attention grabber for the sheer fact he's the younger sibling. I think he secretly took all the attention he could on purpose. Either case, he doesn't even get noticed at the home or really with us. We just assume he's fine, just like I've done with Stan. I do sound selfish but I never really notice anyone...especially since the figments.

I stepped out on seventh period for a smoke and Kyle followed two minutes later (this was not a coincidence just to let you know) and we took a drag out of the cancer sticks. "Lovely day..." he mused. "Cold and sleet is lovely?" I asked him sarcastically. He gives me a small smile and nods. "Well...so much for optimisim..." I mused aloud. "I wish I didn't have to take pills to stay happy..." Kyle sighs. I look at him and cock my head. "Sometimes these things happen to good people..." I say to him.

Aren't we all?

The car ride wasn't the...happiest of conversations. I blame myself...I'm a cynic at heart. We leave school and Kyle and I hop inside Stan's car and he starts up the engine. God, he's lucky...sixteen and he has a car already. My birthday is coming up soon but the closest I will come to a car is a wind up toy. Wendy was in the passenger seat so Kyle and I just went in the back seat. She gave Stan a kiss, which made us gag, and he started up. "So how are you, Kyle?" she chirped in a fake sentimental tone. "Lousy..." Kyle replied sourly. She gave him a frown and look over at me. "What about you, Kenny?" she asked. "What is about asking people how they are? Does it make the asker feel a bit better about themselves?" I scowled.

Kyle gave me a sly smirk, telling me that he agrees what I said. Wendy let out a 'hmph' as we drive on. Wendy's house is opposite way of Kyle so it'll take us ten minutes tops. Kyle looks out the window and stared. "Is it the same beautiful sight?" I ask him. "There isn't anything beautiful about a mirage..." he mused aloud. "You guys are such a downer!" Wendy snapped, "Don't you guys have anything to say nice about anything?" I let out a cruel laugh. "Kyle's the optimist of the group..." I sneer, "Anything nice? Babe, there's no such thing as: love at first sight, Santa Claus and any other child figment, peace is a joke, and there's no happy endings!"

She was happy to get out of that car...

We get to Kyle's house and his parents aren't home. He told us before that they come home late. Ike is in the living room watching television. We walk past him and go upstairs to Kyle's room. He has a couple of neat things in here. His computer is on blinking. It was saying NEW EMAIL on the upper left corner. He has AIM so it flashes a couple of times unless you click it. Stan sits at the computer and Kyle and me sit on his bed. "I don't know why you guys came, I'm not going to do anything..." Kyle scowls. "Yeah right, last time you didn't have meds you carved up your arms like a Thanksgiving turkey!" Stan replied.

We hear the polographic ring of B.Y.O.B. coming from Stan's schoolbag. Stan walks over and answers it. "Hello? Oh, hey Mom, what's up? Uh huh...oh...fine I'll be home...goodbye..." He hung up the phone and threw it in his bag. "I gotta go, apparently Shelly is coming home and I need to straighten up the house...I guess I'll see you guys..." he explained. We nodded our heads and look at the time. It's three ten now so we have a couple hours before Kyle's parents came. "See ya Stan, don't do anything stupid..." Kyle replied. "I should say the same for you my friend. Kenny, watch him..." Stan instructed. "What am I gonna do, sleep on the job?" I scowled. He let out a left and headed out the door.

For a couple minutes it was awkward silence. We were in his room with no supervision...normally I would take advantage of this situation like any other person I was attracted to...but I never had someone who was a basketcase. Kyle goes to the computer and checks his email. "I'll be right back...I need to use the bathroom..." I excuse myself. What can he do in his room? "Okay...you know where he is..." he said monotoneously. I walk into the bathroom and take a drink of water from the sink. I splash some water against my face. I want him so bad, but I don't want to use him. He's better than that...they are all better than that.

I hear a crash coming from his room and I bolt in...before I ran in I heard something hit the door. I can hear him screaming. I open the door and I see it was a lamp. He on the floor slumped down and it appears he was crying, not screaming. "I walk out for a minute and you're breaking shit?" I ask him. He looks at me apologetically...why does he do that to me? "I'm sorry...I don't know why..." he tried to explain. I pull him up onto his bed. It looks like he only sliced open his index finger trying to pick up the pieces...not a big deal, right?

I look around his room and I see a couple of empty bottles of Smirnoff behind his door. "Having a party without me?" I ask him. He let out a laugh...it was sad laugh. "You want some?" he asked me. I didn't answer him, where did he get the alchohol? He pulled out a shoebox and pulled out a 40 oz of Smirnoff Rasberry. He took another one and twisted off the cap. "Cheers..." he said in a meloncholy tone and took a swig.

About a half hour later we were giddy as schoolgirls...laughing about god-knows-what. We finished off all the remaining bottles and I feel great. Limitations have been erased, common courtesy is unknown. Stupidy and lust overcomes me more and more I look at the beautiful Jew. "Do you straighten your hair?" I ask him while playing with a lock. "I got it straightened from some kit...it works pretty good..." he replied and then let out a laugh. I lay down and he walks around his room, like he never been in here before. "Come here..." I asked him. "Okay!" he replied laughing. He jumps on top of me and I gasp for air. "What the hell?" I yell. He give me a melting smile. "Sorry..." he apologizes.

I look up and I give him a grin. I place my hands on the side of his thighs. I stroke his legs with my thumbs...also to tease the shit out of him to boot. As I said before, I think he turns gay by the power of alcohol...I'm not complaining. He leans in closer where our noses nearly touch. His breath is beating against my neck. Urges of close ripping rush threw me. He strokes under my chin where a stubble of facial hair is growing. Space ceased when I went in for the kiss. His lips are soft against my own. He pressed harder against my own to make more passionate. I ran my tongue along his own and I whipped in and out of his mouth like a snake. He moans inside my mouth as I press harder.

A sequence of passionate kisses and cute pecks follows until I get restless. I flip him so he's on bottom. No offense but I will be the dominant one in this relationship. I start sucking on his neck, getting moans and gasps from my partner. "Ke- nny..." he moans, "Harder..." he asks. I obey his wish and I bite his neck harder. He grabs my back and digs in a bit. I start kissing his collarbone and he let out a orgasmic moan. I start taking off my shirt and he does the same. He looks even more perfect. We start kissing again with more passion. I massage his sides and run my hands down toward his jeans. I play with the belt as I'm kissing him, multi-tasking can save time.

He looks up at me, not knowing if this is right or not. I stop playing with the belt and stared at him. Maybe he's still right in the head and doesn't want to rush...or rather do it at all. He looks up at me with those eyes...those verte eyes. They're so...defiled...nothing like the others...these don't have a limit. "If you're not ready...I will understand..." I tell him softly. He let out a sigh and shook his head. Then, he starts unzipping my pants.

End of Chapter XIV

HDM: Short chapter but I don't feel like writing anymore. All you dirty little girls will have to deal with that...I'm not doing a lemon and even if I did I'm not describing...you can just imagine it in your little heads. So, yeah um...reviews or else! grr!