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You finally did it. You made the biggest mistake of your life and now it came back to haunt you. You try to salvage it, but realize you have nothing left. So you try to make amends and Make It Right. But could it be too late? Or maybe you can finally get some rest...
PART V: MAKE IT RIGHT
It was a cold feeling, the ground against his face. The jagged divide between a patio and the grass. The morning breeze is whispering through the whole yard. A tingle went up his spine as he came around...
"Huh... what happened?"
He started to push himself off the ground and attempted to try and go back inside, but was so groggy he fell backwards against the barbecue. "Damn!" he said as he pulled himself up and swayed his way back inside. He reentered through the sliding door and tip toed throughout the living room and made his way to the stairs. He looked over at the clock, it read 6:30 but it felt like Forever. By this time his mother would be up and cooking breakfast with her blinding cheerfulness. But there wasn't even a whisper in the house. No sounds, no scents, no nothing.
"What the hell is going on?"
Cartman made his way back to his room and saw the damage he had caused. His beloved cat layed there, hanging on by a thread for his life. When he saw his cat who he spent so much time with laying there in a pool of blood his heart sunk a little bit more lower. He had realized what he had done. The most meaningful thing in his whole life... nearly dead, right in front of his eyes. He stumbled backward a bit and looked around. It seemed as though the walls were closing in on him. Closer, closer, closer, until it seemed that he could touch all four at the same time. He bolted out of his room back down the stairs when he tripped and fell right onto the living room rug. He started to scream with a voice he though he could never achieve.
"WHY WHY IS THIS HAPPENING TO ME!"
He wallowed around on the floor sobbing and crying like a newborn fresh out of the womb. Yelling his heart out.
"IT WAS ONLY SOME NOBODY! WHY THE HELL DID ANYONE EVEN CAAAARRRREEEE!"
He jumped up and ran towards the patio with all his might trying to get out. He ran right through the screen without thought and was heading towards the fence to make his great escape. But just then he had tripped once again. But it was not just some meaningless object this time. He collected himself and turned around to see his roadblock... It was a body lying face down. But it was not just anybody. With a blood curling scream of agony he realized who it was.
It was him...
5 MINUTES LATER
It was 6:35 and Kyle awoke with a banging headache and a pissed off conscience. He looked around through what he thought were goggles made out of blow glass. He then turned and felt a odd feeling, his arm was a little heavy. He then looked down and saw his little brother laying there like a rock, in his horror he then seen the can of paint thinners rolling all over the kitchen floor towards the door. He realized what he had done, he got up with a look that would make even a ghost cringe.
"What have I done?"
He paced around the room in disbelief, just around his fourth pace a large something caught his attention. He turned around and saw somebody laying on the floor with a glare in its eyes. He started to walk back towards the door that quickly went from walk to power walkTo full blown run.
He saw himself...
MEANWHILE
The water was cold. It felt like he just tried to headbutt a speeding train. Stan awoke on the large bedrock that for a few hours became his pillow. He looked around and saw the sun creeping up over the Rockies. It was so beautiful in the town in the morning. He then got up, brushed himself off and started to hop over the boulders toward the land. In his mind raced a million thoughts but one stood out...
"LOOK BEHIND YOU!"
On the last rock he slightly turned his head and saw what appeared to be a body. The admiration of the land quickly turned into a snap in his sanity. He quickly leapt on the ground and ran off toward the Road.
The body was him...
There were three screams that morning. Three screams that emitted from three boys that realized that they were just three souls whose three bodies became nothing more than paperweights.