The scene is Kyle's house. Kyle is just returning home from his practice and he is still angry with Stan. Kyle rushes and slams the door before his father gets in. Gerald enters concerned about Kyle.
" Kyle! What's wrong?" asked Kyle's father
" Nothing!" yelled Kyle
Kyle hurried upstairs to his room. He slammed the door shut and hopped on his bed. He felt betrayed, even though he knew it wasn't Stan's fault, he still was angry with him.
" Damn, damn, damn!" said Kyle to himself
He was really frustrated, with Stan and himself. He felt horrible again. It wasn't anything that Stan did; in fact it was confusing for him to be angry with Stan, but he couldn't help it. Stan always seemed to be getting in the way of him succeeding, Kyle knew he wasn't doing it intentionally, now Stan would now be trying to beat him on purpose.
" Why is it I never get a break?" Kyle asked himself
Kyle took the razor piece out; he didn't know what to do. He just laid there, contemplating on what to do.
The scene is ice rink; Stan has just finished his practice. He walks with his dad to their car but Jimbo meets up with them.
" Nice practice Stan." said Jimbo
" Thanks Uncle Jimbo." said Stan
" Yeah you did very good out there Stan." said his father
" Good, he was the best out there. I think this will easily be the best team." said Jimbo
Stan faked a smile.
" Yep, my boy can beat the pants off the other kids no problem." said Randy
Stan felt confused, he was flattered by the comments but he still felt horrible.
" Dad, can we go please?" asked Stan
" Why so quickly son." asked Randy
" I'm tired, that's all."
" Okay Stanley lets go, see yah later Jimbo."
" Yeah now you all remember practice on Thursday, don't forget your hockey stick or other gear." said Jimbo as they walked away
" We will."
" Bye Uncle Jimbo." said Stan
Stan got into the car and looked out the window as the car started. As they drove home Stan looked out the window at the sky, he felt really comfortable, it was peaceful, no noise, no worries, just silence. He wished he could stay like this, he felt like nothing was wrong. But unfortunately this peace wouldn't last long.
The scene is an awards ceremony. Kyle is on a pedestal for second place, Stan is standing on a pedestal for first place.
" And coming for first place is Stan Marsh." said a referee handing Stan a gold trophy
" Yeah Stan, you're the best, you better then everyone!" various people said in the crowd
" And coming in second place is Kyle…I can't say his last name, oh well." said the announcer less enthusiastic then when he announced Stan
" Well, second place is good too…right." said Kyle wanting some recognition
" Un, no kid. All that matters is coming in first place, second place doesn't even matter." said the referee
" But?"
" Look we didn't even acknowledge third place, your not even worth going into detail, face it your weak."
" No I'm not!"
" Weakling, weakling, weakling!" chanted the crowd
" Shut up…Shut up!" said Kyle covering his ears, trying to block the words out
" WEAK, WEAK, WEAK!" shouted the crowd
" NO I'M NOT, NO I'M NOT!"
" Your just like your…" began the referee
" STOOOPPP!" screamed Kyle
The scene is a foggy area; Kyle doesn't know where he is.
" Where am I?" asked Kyle confused
He looks around and sees a familiar person.
" Stan?" said Kyle
The figure that looks like Stan walks away.
" Wait, wait." says Kyle who is finding it hard to catch up to him
The figure continues walking.
" Wait, wait." say Kyle struggling, he tries running but his body seems heavier
The figure walks faster, leaving Kyle further behind, he has no problem walking and seems like he isn't even trying.
" You…You won't beat me, I won't let you beat me!" Kyle screams to the figure, the figure just laughs
" I won't lose, I can't lose, I WON'T ALLOW MYSELF TO LOSE!" says Kyle now sounding frustrated
The figure begins to run now, only to mock Kyle.
" I…can't catch up, I can't beat him, I'll always be behind." said Kyle sounding defeated
" NO!" screamed Kyle
Kyle wakes up.
" It was all a dream."
Kyle was more determined then ever to win now. Kyle grabbed the razor blade, hesitated then…
The scene is Stan walking down a sidewalk, he is heading to Kyle's house.
Stan went over in his head what he would say to Kyle, he wanted to explain things, and maybe get some answers himself.
" I just have to talk to him." Stan said to himself
Stan got to Kyle's, he knocked on the door.
" Oh hello Stan." said Gerald
" Hi, is Kyle here." asked Stan
" Yes, you can go see him, he's up in his room."
Stan headed upstairs, un aware that his talk with Kyle will change their friendship forever.
The scene is Kyle's room, Kyle is cutting himself, just then Stan walks in, Kyle quickly puts his arm behind him and pulls the sleeve down.
" Stan!" said Kyle startled
" Hey Kyle, look about before at the ice rink." began Stan
" Look Stan, I don't want to talk about it."
" No Kyle, we need to talk about it. I don't know what's bothering you, that's why you need to tell me what's wrong. So I can help you."
" I don't need help!"
Kyle put the razor in his drawer quickly but Stan notices.
" What was that?" asked Stan
" Its nothing!" said Kyle sounding anxious
Stan walks over to the drawer.
" Kyle what did you put in the drawer?" asked Stan sounding concerned
" It's nothing, get away from there!" said Kyle
Stan reaches for the drawer and so does Kyle. Stan tries to open while Kyle tries to keep it close. Stan manages to get open enough for him to reach inside and pulls something out.
" Drop it Stan!" yells Kyle as he grabs Stan's hand
Kyle accidentally squeezes Stan's hand and Stan drops the razor blade.
" Ahh!" said Stan
Stan stares at the razor and picks it up.
" Kyle…What is this?" asked Stan
" Nothing Stan." said Kyle
Stan remembered how Kyle his arm when he came in.
" Kyle, let me see your arm." said Stan
" No." responded Kyle
Stan reached for Kyle's arm but Kyle pulled away.
" Let me see your arm!" demanded Stan
" NO!" yelled Kyle
Stan grabbed Kyle's arm and Kyle continues to struggle. The two boys begin to fight, Stan tries to pull back the sleeve of Kyle's arm while Kyle struggles to keep his sleeve down. Stan eventually wrestles Kyle down to floor and pins his arm with his body. Stan pulls back the sleeve to reveal a bunch of small cuts.
" Kyle! What the hell." Stan says confused, he gets off of Kyle
" Its nothing." says Kyle pulling down his sleeve and getting up
" Kyle? What's wrong? You have to tell me."
" Its nothing!"
" Kyle you need help. Please let me help you. We can get through this, together."
" I don't need help!"
Stan didn't know what to do.
" Kyle please!" said Stan
" Damn it! I don't want your help. Why can't you get that through your fu!king head!" yelled Kyle
" Kyle! What is your problem? What did I do? Tell me!"
" Just go."
" I don't know what I'm doing here, you have to help me understand."
Kyle turned to Stan looking angry.
" Aw poor Stan, it must be really frustrating to need to ask for help!" said Kyle sarcastically
" What?" said Stan sounding confused
" It must be real difficult not being able to just be on top of things for once!"
" What are you getting at?"
" You always are the best at everything, and now your confused and it drives you crazy."
Stan looks angry now.
" Is that it? Your jealous!" Stan said
" Jealous of what? You? Don't make me laugh." said Kyle
" What's your problem?"
" What's your problem! Why do you always have to be the best at everything."
" Why is this bothering you! Dam it Kyle, what's wrong!"
" I don't need your fu!king help!"
Stan is angry.
" Fine, go ahead, cut yourself until you bleed to death! I'm done caring! See if I give a sh!t about it!" yelled Stan
" I will then!" said Kyle
" Fine Kyle, if you want to go ahead and push yourself and cut yourself until you die, go right ahead. I don't give a flying fu!k"
" Good get the hell out of here!"
" Fine! See if I give a rats ass about you, go ahead and do what you want!"
" Fine!"
" Fine!" Stan yells as he leaves Kyle's room and slams the door
Stan ran downstairs and out the door. Back in Kyle's room, Kyle was crying his eyes out. Outside, as Stan ran home, he also started crying, but he didn't care, he just kept running home and never looked back.
