My cell phone vibrated on the table by me. It was a text from Tweek. I haven't talked to this kid in a while. He waves to me sometimes in the hallways of school, but we haven't had a decent conversation in over two years. The text caught me by surprise. I didn't even think he still had my number. I read over the text. It read;

r u okay? u havnt been in skool 4 ovr 2 weeks and im kinda worried. u prob think i h8 u. i dnt. i just dnt think u care enough to b my friend. plz text me back.. :( i hope ur not hurt or sick.

I looked over the text and scoffed. I am hurt. And sick. Sick in the head. Not like I was actually going to tell him that. I'm currently in the hospital due to internal bleeding, several fractured bones, and a concussion. Why am I in this condition? Well... You'll know soon enough.

I texted Tweek back. I always had the urge to go grammar Nazi on him. His typing makes me want to shoot young children. It's because of his twitching and shaking. I know he'd type normal, but his spazz-ness makes him unable to concentrate enough to do so. And I'm ranting over typing. The fuck...

I'm fine. Just skipping out on school. It pisses me the fuck off.

I thought that'd be good enough to send. Believable, right? I stared at the phone for a few moments after sending. I put it back on the table when I didn't get anything back after five or so minutes. I grazed my eyes around the hospital room; letting out a sigh.

I almost died a couple weeks ago. He fucked me up pretty bad.. If I was unconscious for any longer, it would've been too late.

Maybe I made a mistake by dialing 9-1-1 and having an ambulance take me away.

I know when I go home, it's just going to happen again. Worse. It's fine. Nobody will miss me when he kills me. Not even Kenny. Not anybody. Tweek will get over it. Not like he even cares /that/ much. I barely talk to him.

The one thing I want right now, is for Kenny to step foot in this room, and to stay here with me for the next two weeks I'm stuck here. My last two weeks to live. Oh well.

I closed my eyes and cleared my mind. Maybe if I pretended to sleep, it might actually happen. Nobody's gonna visit me. Nobody has within the past couple weeks. I don't mind that. Nobody knows I'm here except for my father; who refuses to step foot here.

The one thing that breaks me inside, is that I haven't heard from Kenny. He didn't even call or text me to ask if I was okay. My answer would've still been the same. Something along the lines of "Yeah, just skipping school. Nothing to worry about." Just to know he cares, is enough.

But no. Nothing.

I shifted a bit, being careful of my fractured left wrist. I slowly relaxed, falling into a state of nothingness. Not sleep, but not totally aware of anything. I wasn't even tired. Just...in the need of relaxation.

In some amount of time later, I heard my room door open. Before opening my eyes to see who it was, I was imagining it was Kenny. Somehow finding out about me, coming here to visit me. Maybe even save me from him. But when I opened my eyes, it was just my nurse coming to give me fluids for my IV.

"That car accident must've been pretty rough, huh?" She asked, unscrewing the tube from my IV. I nodded, looking down at the hand she was working on. The story for me being here was that I got hit by a car. These dumbass doctors will believe anything. "Does any of your friends know you're here?" She asked. "Your visitor sign-in sheet is blank." This nurse was nice. She looked like she was about in her mid 30s. Motherly. Something that walked away from my life about five years ago.

I simply shrugged as she put a new tube to my IV.

"You don't like talking, do you?" I shook my head. I used to be more social. Monotonous in my ways, but I'd talk. Now, I don't even have the desire. The nurse frowned slightly. "You seem like you'd have a lot of friends. A good-looking teenage boy like you must have a girlfriend, am I right?" Haha. No. Not even. I shrugged again. She furrowed an eyebrow. "I'm sure someone will come to visit you. Maybe your best friend or parents or something." She smiled lovingly. "I promise they will. They're probably just busy caught up in work or school." No. You're so off, lady. She finished hooking up the new fluids. "I have to go check on other patients. I'll be back to check on your condition in a few hours." And with that, the nurse left.

I closed my eyes, going back to my state of nothingness, eventually falling to sleep on my own for the first time in almost a month.

"I love you, Craig..." His beautiful voice said to me. I smiled. Smiled. Only for him, would I do that. Only for Kenny.

"I love you too, Ken.. so much." I pressed my lips to his, running hands through his thick, blonde hair. He chuckled in the kiss, making the kiss a bit more passionate before pulling away.

"You're everything I want..Everything and anything..." He mumbled to me; placing a hand on my face. I smiled again; this time blushing a bit. "You're so beautiful, Craig..." I shook my head.

"Lies." I said.. "You're so much...more amazing than I am." I kissed his cheek.

I shouldn't have done that.

Once I kissed his cheek, he started crying. Not tears. Blood. It wasn't technically..crying. His eyes just began to leak blood. Then he backed away from me a bit, smiling at me. Kenny's perfect white teeth were now a disgusting dark brown; gums bleeding as well as his eyes. His next words came out in a deep, gravelly voice that belonged to a demon.

"You fucking piece of shit. You're the stupidest fucking faggot to ever have lived on this planet. I hate you...so much."

I looked into his bleeding eyes, unable to register the fact that he had said it to my face, letting alone that his angel's face is now a devil's.

I stayed silent.

"Go kill yourself, cocksucker. I've known you've loved me. I've known everything! I know you father abuses you. I know you hurt yourself. I know every-fucking-thing about you. I've been leading your fucking disgusting ass on. I've hated you ever since our 'friendship' began." He took out a knife, holding it to my neck. I was shocked frozen. Unable to move. Unable to speak. Unable to think. "I'm just going to finish you off, you fucking piece of shit." He spat some of the blood dripping from his gums in my face. "Die." Was the last word he said to me before digging the knife into my neck, slicing my throat open; death instantly.

I woke up, gasping. My cheeks had tears streaming down them. The nurse from before was standing by me. She had an obvious frown on her face. I immediately wiped my eyes then looked at her. "Oh thank God you're awake.. I came in here to check on you, and I noticed you were crying, but then I saw that your eyes were closed and you looked like you were sleeping. Well. Are you alright?" I nodded.

Great. This chick has seen me practically bawl my eyes out. Fucking great..

"Well, anyway, the secratary got a call earlier, and there was another boy on the other line." The nurse began. "He was checking to see if you were here or not. Do you know a.. Uh... Kenny McCormick...?"

I froze after hearing that name.

Kenny. McCormick.

I nodded slowly, sitting up in my hospital bed. "Is he coming."

The nurse smiled, nodding. "Yes. Once we were sure he was looking for you, he said he was on his way before hanging up. I told you someone would visit."

I wanted to smile. I wanted to laugh. I wanted to be different for Kenny when he came, and not to be the weakling that I usually am; even though he doesn't know about it. I still want to change.

About fifteen minutes later, my door opened. It was Kenny. He had a worried look on his face.

"Holy shit. Dude. What the fuck happened?" He rushed over to me and looked me in the eyes. I'm relieved that I had that dream.. because in reality, Kenny has no clue I love him (for the most part), he doesn't know about my father, and he doesn't know I hurt myself. Not just by digging my nails into my palms. I used to cut. I had to stop. I knew if anything like this was to happen, the doctors would notice it. So instead, I now bite my tongue until I taste blood. I cut myself...sometimes. The only prominent cutting scars on me are a couple slits on my wrist that I did about a month ago. Why do I do this to myself? Because I fucking do.

"Got hit by a car." I muttered, moving my eyes away from his. He probably didn't believe me, but didn't say anything. My bruises and scrapes don't look as if they were from a car. It's obvious I was beaten up. The doctors here don't even care for reasons. Like I stated previously, they'll believe anything.

I shifted a bit to make my back face him. As much as I love to see his face, as much as I just love him in general.. I'm "mad" at him. In reality.. I'm not. It's because he basically kicked me out of his house. I admit, I was angry at first, but I can't be upset with him for too long. I just love him so much.

He sighed. "Shit, man. Was this after I made you leave my house?" He looked a bit nervous, thinking it was his fault. It wasn't. It was mine for arriving home pissed. I should've known better than to be too pissed to get my father a beer. Yeah right...

"No," I said; back still facing him. My next words came out in a whisper. Still flat in tone, but just not strong enough. "...Why are you here."

"Because. I wanted to know if you were okay. I know you skip school sometimes for days at a time, so do I. But after you were fucking gone for a week, I started to get worried. And now it's been over two weeks. I'm so sorry I kicked you out. I'm sorry I said anything. If you don't want to tell me anything, it's fine with me."

I let out a soft sigh. "You're only saying this because you feel bad that I'm in the hospital. You'd never apologize if I was well."

He stayed silent after that. We both knew I was right.

He then muttered, "I know." Then fell silent. The room fell silent as well. The only sound I heard was the machines beeping.

I was the next one to talk. "How long did you plan on staying for."

"..As long as you wanted me here for." He muttered. "... So...how long do you want me here for before kicking me out?"

I thought for a minute. "As long as you'd like. It fucking sucks to be alone in a hospital room for two weeks with only doctors visiting you." I turned back over to look at him. "Well. Not like anyone else knows I'm here other than my father."

"He hasn't visited you?" I shrugged a bit, ignoring the pain shooting through my previously dislocated right shoulder.

"A couple times. He's busy, looking for a job." Lie. Lie. Lie.

Kenny nodded. "Oh. Well, at least someone came and kept you company for a few hours, hm?" I rolled my eyes.

"Yeah." No.

"Well. If you don't hate me, I'll come here every day until you leave." I wanted to smile at that. I wanted to hug and thank him. Instead, I just nodded with my regular expression. Nothing he's not used to.

"Cool. Uh... mind if Thomas comes sometimes?"

Yes. I fucking do. I hate fucking little bitch."No. I don't care."

I need to stop being such a compulsive liar.