a/n:okay, some things in this chapter might be offensive. Like cutting and depression. I do NOT want to offend anybody! Now, review, read blah, blah, blah
Thirteen days. It's been thirteen days since that day with Eric. I haven't eaten, drank, or slept in thirteen days. I haven't moved out this house in thirteen days. I haven't taken a shower in thirteen days. I haven't talked to anybody in thirteen days.
But now, I know what I must do. People as selfish as me shouldn't even be alive. Did it even occur to me that Eric wasn't a fag? Why the hell did I even think I had a chance? It's not like I knew there was still going to be a chance.
Pain. That's what I need. I wake up call. I need a release. I can just feel the euphoria pore over my body as I approach the razor blade.
I grab the razor blade and make a large scratch again my arm. Then, another. Another. I see blood. Now, I've lost count of the many scratches on my arm. Tears are pouring out of my eyes like a faucet, but I don't care.
"Knock,knock,knock!"
I slash against my arm one last time. I fall over, and start sobbing immediately. Blood is all over, my shirt. The metallic smell is over-whelming. The pain is such a rush.
"Kenny! Open the goddamn door!"
My eyes slowly start closing. Everything is black.
(Hospital)
"Beep, beep, beep" That sound is fucking annoying. What the hell is that?
I open my eyes slowly, staring at a white ceiling. Oh yeah, I passed out. I am pathetic. So fucking pathetic. Taking in my surroundings, I'm a hospital. Wait, who took me to the hospital?
I look over to see a blue and yellow poof-ball hat. Under that was a head full of chocolate brown hair. This person had the face and body of an angel. I can even see their little chubby belly poking out their shirt, just a little.
Wait, this person was…Eric?
Eric opens one eye, then the other. His face suddenly turns into a frown when he looks at me.
Uh-oh
"You are so fucking stupid! Why'd you have to go and do that?" I can see tears fall down his rosy cheeks.
"Kenny, do you know you have people who care. Kyle, Stan, and I haven't spoken to you and thirteen days! What the hell have you been doing for thirteen days?" Now, he was full-fledged sobbing.
"Eric, you have no idea do you?" He's still sobbing. I guess he didn't hear me.
"Can we go over to your place now?" I ask. I hate hospitals.
"Yeah, the doctor asked if I could aid you when you're done sleeping." Eric says immediately stopping his sibs. His eyes don't get red and puffy like mine. They're still beautiful as always.
"You have to go back to school tomorrow. You were almost expelled. I have all your homework too. I did all of your homework you." He says looking at the ground.
"You didn't have to do that-"
"I wanted to do it. Dude, can we talk about this? Please?"
"I'll talk about it when I'm ready." There was no way I was going to tell him why I did it. My pride is too big and it would be too awkward right now.
(Monday morning at Cartman's)
I get out of his shower. It's way better than my cheap one. The hot water felt amazing on my skin.
(15 min passed by)
"Kenny, you ready to go?" Cartman asks in such a nice, soft voice. Ever since that incident it's like he's been nervous to talk to me. I hate it. I feel like I'm losing my best friend.
"Kenny?"
"Oh sorry, yeah I'm ready to go." I say sheepishly.
(In school hallways)
Ugh, time to go to English class! I really want to punch Ms. Wanders square in the balls.
I walk over to the bathrooms. Oh, there goes Stan.
"Hi Kenny."
"Hi St-
Whoa. Did I just say hi to Stan? Did he just say hi to me? Oh no. He will fucking pay.
I look at him. He is an idiot. I got this confused look on his face like nothing ever happen. This son of a bitch will pay.
I grab him by the arm and drag him in the hall ways. All that's on my mind is beating the hell out of him.
I draw my fist back, but am soon cut off by a loud slapping noise.
"You asshole!" Is that, Kyle?
"Dude why the hell did you just do that?" Stan exclaims.
"You think I don't know what you did to Kenny? Kenny already told you no didn't he? Open you're fucking eyes Stan because I fucking love you!" Kyle stormed off.
It seemed like everything just stopped for a second. All of the student's mouths were in agape. Stan just looked like he'd been on a different planet. And I was super shocked just as everyone else. But then, I came back to reality.
"Well, looks like my job was done." I announced and walked away.
In all honesty it was. But I wouldn't have slapped him and all that jazz. But anyway that just proves to show that again, Stan is an ignorant fuck. Maybe he learned his lesson, maybe not. Either way, I won't be talking to him any time soon.
Right now I have things way more important on my mind. Like how in hell's name should I explain this to Eric.
On the way home he kept apologizing for not being a good friend and avoiding me, especially for suggesting Stan as my boyfriend.
But, I feel like I'm the one who should be apologizing. I didn't know he would take it so hard. But then again, I didn't eat or drink for thirteen days. Let's face it, without those necessities that could turn a person insane.
I hope he'll listen to me.