Shattered

I pulled my hat back over my head and fit it snugly over my frigid ears. Sniffling, I rubbed my red nose and let my head sink back into knees. I was sitting outside the one church in South Park- only because I knew my parents wouldn't look for me here. I was so sick of hearing it. So sick.

He sat down beside me, silent and somber.

I looked over after a few minutes of that unbearable silence- "Kenny, they hate me."

"They don't hate you."

"She said so."

"She hate's your choice, not you. Your mom's crazy about you, you know that?"

"She hates me."

Kenny sighed, and put an arm around my shoulder. The snowscape in front of me swam suddenly, and I shoved my head into his side to hide the tears as the crawled out of my eyes.

"It's gonna be alright, I promise."

I sat up, somber as I had been in my dream. This was definitely messed up. I'd spent the past week trying to forget this- but yesterday, I'd found a damn video on Stan's phone by accident- it was something at school, taken at night. Some sort of prank we'd pulled? I didn't remember- but that damn kid in the orange hoodie had been in it. He'd had the phone shoved in his face, laughed, and shook a can of spray paint. 'I'm just working on my art project!'

I rolled out of bed and dug around for some shoes to go get the newspaper. For the hundredth time, I was up first.

Outside, leaning against my family's mailbox and thinking about this weird dream- I was disturbed.

That's it. I've got to forget him. It's going to drive me mad. He doesn't exist. He does not exist.

My heart hurt suddenly, like I'd just stabbed myself.

HE DOESN'T FUCKING EXIST!

I screamed to myself, grabbed the paper, and rushed back inside.

I was sitting at the bus stop after school when it happened. When I realized… I can't forget this guy. I don't remember him, but if I let myself forget… I might as well forget my own name. I'm being selfish for trying.

I was taking a bus to the library, when I happened to look up across the street. Just look, not for anything. But a flash of orange crossed my eyes, and he was standing right there. Staring at me. I stared at him. He looked confused- I stood up and took an uncertain step towards the curb. I had to talk to him- ask him who he was and why did I know him?!

But he shook his head and looked down, so I paused. Then he turned and started to walk away. I couldn't let him get away though! I had to talk to this guy!

So I jolted forward, yelling out at him to stop. I forgot where I was, though, and stumbled directly into the path of the bus I had been waiting for. I stopped and stared at it; dumbfounded as it blared it's horns at me.

And something orange hit me like a ton of bricks. My head cracked against the sidewalk, and everything went dark.

"What did she say?" Kenny asked, concerned.

I shook my head. No way in hell was I going to tell him. There was nothing he could do, and if there was, I sure as hell didn't want him doing it.

"What did she say, Kyle?" He said again, more urgently. He had has hands on my arms, I kept on staring at the floor.

"She said if I don't… If I don't break up with you, she'll disown me, kick me out, and take away my college fund."

He was silent. So was I.

"She wasn't serious. I know it. Everything your mom does, she does to protect you. I've seen it. No way she'd do that."

"Everything she did, she did to protect her perfect Jewish son, so that he could life a perfect life and marry a perfect Jewish girl and have perfect Jewish babies. You are not a perfect Jewish girl, Kenny."

He didn't say anything, again. I looked up, but his eyes were very far away. He let me go, turned, and left.

My vision blurred back into reality, and I shook my head, looking up. I'd only been out for a couple of seconds. Long enough.

The bus was stopped, and people were crowding. I was just away from the burned out tires for the bus, and drew my legs away, nervous. But all around me was blood, and it wasn't mine. I thought I might be sick, and drew my legs back farther, only to discover it was one me, too. There was so much fucking blood, and it was everywhere- but the kid in orange, Kenny, dead or alive- was gone.

Draik: Chapter es un piquito. :0

Kyle: Dude. I'm not so stupid as to walk in front of a bus.

Draik: YOU WERE DISTRACTED! SHEDDUP.

Kenny: Awww. Pobre Kyle.

Draik: See! Kenny will play along.

Kenny: oui.

Stan: Wrong language, buddy.

Kenny: ….er….

Draik: We move along! Anyway, I was to wish you all happy holidays and a happy new year! I hope your next year is filled with luck, good south park episodes, and video games that rain from the sky unto the heads of the expectant children below!

Kyle: …what?

Draik: Play along with it!

Kyle: …And… um. DVDs, too…

Draik: Good Kyle. ^^ Go uke somewhere or something.

Kyle: HAY.

HAPPY HOLIDAYS TO ALL!