Don't Hold Your Breath
A/N: Alright, this is my first ever fanfic since I usually only write original stuff. I don't have this story planned out too well but I'll try my best to entertain. Thank you all for reading.
I don't own South Park sadly – Or any of the lyrics that I'll be using in future chapters.
This story is a Kenny/Kyle slash. Just to warn any slash haters
Chapter One - Prologue
Everything seemed to spin in slow motion as my body hurdled towards the ground. I couldn't feel any pain whatsoever, even when my head bounced off the asphalt. 'This isn't happening! Not now… Not after everything that's happened…' I remember thinking over and over as my eyes stared straight. Shock had totally taken over.
"Kenny!" Kyle screamed as he dove down into the snow next to me. The stars above came into view as I was rolled onto my back. I could taste blood in the back of my throat, but maybe I was just imagining it. With everything that had happened, I wasn't too sure about anything anymore. "Kenny, please say something! Please!" The boy hysterically shouted in-between hysterical sobs.
"K-Kyle…" Was all I could muster. I already felt tired but at the same time calm. I think that scared me the most.
The boy in question took hold of my hand with both of his. Tears fell from his eyes. "Kenny… Please don't… Don't die…"
I mustered a small grin before squeezing his hand as hard as I could. I wanted nothing more then to embrace the boy and tell him that everything would be ok, but alas I couldn't. "Shhhh…"
It didn't stop his crying. "Kenny…" He whispered before looking up and seeing someone. "HEY! HELP! PLEASE HELP!" Looking back down into my eyes, a worried smiled crossed his lips. Though I could feel no pain whatsoever, Kyle's hand seemed so warm on my cheek as he stroked gently. "Don't worry babe. Y-y-you'll be ok. I'll get some help."
"Oh my gosh! Is that Kenny McCormick?" The help had arrived in the form of two girls; obviously fans.
"He needs an ambulance quick." A few seconds past before his eyes darted to the groupies. "GO! NOW!" The cracking of snow under footsteps told me that his words had gotten through. Anger had already turned back to sadness as his eyes connected once again with mine in gaze. "I'm so s-sorry. T-this is all my fault… If I had just…"
"Shhhh…" My hand seemed to move on its own as I placed my finger over his lips. I swallowed hard. "I-I wouldn't c-c-change a thing…" I managed to whisper through the pain. I wanted to tell him that the past year or so had been the happiest in my life. He had changed everything; gave me everything I had ever dreamed of. Looking up into his saddened expression, my whole world began to shimmer. Tears of fear or tears of sadness? Probably both.
My eyes closed through exhaustion as I listened to the silent night and soft sobs who came from the boy laid besides me. I wish things could be different. I wish it didn't have to end like this. Maybe help would arrive. Maybe I could continue to live my dream. I wasn't so sure anymore as my mind began to panic. Images of the past jumped into my head, and I recalled that day that changed everything for me. The day that Kyle Brovlovski needed me.