Shattered
Chances thrown
Nothing's free
Longing for
Used to be
Still it's hard
Hard to see
Fragile lives
shattered dreams
/The cruelest dream – reality
-The Kid's Aren't Alright, the Offspring
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"Kyle, this is really hard to say, but I'm just going to say it. I want to break up. It just isn't working out. I don't love you."
"Liar," Kyle shook his head, "I can see it in your eyes. You're too self sacrificial for your own damn good."
Kenny hung his head.
"I just… I just thought that if we broke up, your mom would give your college fund back…"
"I don't care about that!" Kyle yelled, and pulled Kenny into a hug, "I don't want college. I'll get a scholarship or a job or something. I just want you."
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"What the hell?!" I stared at my clean hands in shock and surprise. Then at my feet, which were resting under crumbled covers. To my surprise, I was at home. In bed. I blinked, confused. Just a minute ago, I had been lying in the street, covered with blood. I turned my hands over, looked at them again. No blood. I looked up, at my room around me. It was like a cut in a home movie. Like I'd woken up from a dream.
That was it! A dream. A bad dream… I let out my breath. It had been so real. Too real. Time to forget it. And that damn kid in orange. I'd been obsessing over the weirdness-and it had wormed its way into my mind. That was it. I got out of bed, and wandered downstairs for breakfast. Considering that the previous day was actually a dream, that meant today was Saturday. I popped a piece of bread in the toaster and started to search my fridge for butter. To my dismay, I found that what had yesterday been the tiniest bit was now absent. As any relatively resourceful teenager would I peeked in the garbage can beside the fridge, just to check if the empty butter wrapper was there.
I saw it, but it wasn't the wrapper that caught my eye. It was the colour red in the corner, poking up from beneath a piece of cardboard. I looked up; I was alone in the room I poked the cardboard tentatively, then finally pulled it away.
Beneath it were two pairs of bloodstained clothes. One was his, one was orange.
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I threw things to the side, digging through my old school supplies for a notebook. I found an empty one, and opened it to the first page. I ha to write down everything I remembered since this madness started happening. Things I didn't remember, too. Like 'Kenny', and the night in the parking lot, and memory lapses. I'm not stupid. Whatever the hell in the world was making forget him and the things around him wasn't going to let me remember this for long.
So what if I'd just seen him fucking die?!?! There was no body- I was still missing my memory, and losing parts! Someone got me home, someone threw away my bloody clothes and his! I have a strong feeling that if he was dead no one would fucking be trying to cover up his life anymore!
As soon as I had it written, I wrenched the door of my closet open, and, placing one foot against the door frame and one on the bottom shelf, I pulled myself up to the top shelf, and dug around for the duct tape I knew was there. Three very long pieces, and I had the journal stuck above the doorframe, hidden.
And finally, a note written on the back of the picture of me, Stan, Cartman and Kenny at PiPi's water park. 'Don't forget him. Above the closet door.' I put it under my pillow.
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"Yeah dude, it was weird. I totally just went to the library today-"
"On a Saturday?"
"-And I couldn't even remember waking up this morning. It's freaking weird. I've got nothing from before when I left the house!"
"Goddamn dude, that's pretty weird."
"Yeah, I know. It sorta feels like I'm supposed to remember something, or something. Like I'm forgetting something I'm s'posed to do."
"Go figure."
"It feels really important dude. It's throwing me off."
"Weird. Oh, hey, dude, can I copy your homework tomorrow morning before school? I forgot to do it."
"Eh? Today's Saturday though, you've still got tomorrow."
"What's up with you, Kyle? It's Sunday."
"What? No way, it can't- yeah. Sorry, I gotta go."
"Wait, can I copy your homework or wh-?"
Kyle hung up, then flopped onto his bed, confused and a little distressed. There was a crinkling noise behind his head. Kyle sat up and moved his pillow, only to find a weird picture underneath.
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Draik: Kyle! You're a jerk! Stop fergettin' yer boyfwiend.
Kyle: IT'S NOT MY FAULT YOU BITCH
Kenny: Can I stop getting killed or something?
Draik: No. :D
Stan: Whoa. I'm not an asshole. I just sort of there.
Draik: Weird, I know! XD
Cleoleo: I'M SORRY DX I HAVE SCHOOLLLLLLLLLLLLPFFTLPBLT
Silly Moo Cow: Yup. ^^ Alllll questions will be answered. Time will tell all!
StupidityIsStupid: They aren't together again in the second chapter! You should know me better than that! I like to draaaaag out the pain.
And I stepped in front of a truck once. D: It was scary.
Emo-Nerdy-Insane-Writer: He indeed does not know. D: As you can see, it's driving him nuts.
YAY! You'll play along with me. ^^
xichxliebexdichx: YOU HAS MOAR
