PLASTIC
Butter's P.O.V
What happened, why am I bleeding, why am I on the floor. I looked around and noticed that Kenny's jacket was gone.
Why was Kenny's jacket gone?
"Kenny," I halfheartedly yelled. I was gasping for air.
"Where are you Kenny…Kenny," I sobbed and attempted to get up on my feet. I managed to stand up completely. My legs stumbled I as limped toward the front door.
I opened the door and limped out to the front lawn. My legs gave way and I fell to the ground. Blood was covering my face, my hair was all messed up and my shirt was all torn and stained. I looked like a zombie.
"Butters?" I recognized Kyle's annoying voice. He ran over to me as I began to pant and bend forward.
"What happened," His voice started to quiver. I shook out my right arm and tried to shoo him away.
"Nah," I signed and let my arm and head drop.
"I'm taking you to the hospital," Kyle tried to lift me up.
"No please don't," my eyes started to blur.
"Why not?" Kyle got both my feet on the ground.
"Too much attention for me…..this time Marjorie would get me killed," I choked back my words.
"What do you mean? And who the fuck is Marjorie," My legs gave way again. This time Kyle just picked me up and held me like a baby. Marjorie is going to flip her shit.
"Just please get Kenny," He managed to get me inside of my house.
"Where did he go?" Kyle sounded worried. He and Kenny use to hang out with Stan and Cartman all the time. I wonder what happened.
"I don't fucking know or else I wouldn't be fucking asking you to help me," I was starting to get annoyed.
"Sorry," Kyle covered me with a blanket and started to walk out the door.
"Don't worry Butters, I'll find him," The last words faded as I heard the door shut.
There I stayed in my own misery.
Kenny's P.O.V
"FUCK YOU MARJORIE," I looked up to the empty sky and shouted.
That bitch made me hurt Butters. That bitch was ruining his life…..and that bitch was a little overdue in getting the shit beat out of her.
"Why does it have to be Butters," I calmed down and sat on the snow covered log closest to the pond. My whole world was crashing down on top of me.
"No matter what happens, I will never love anyone as much as I love Butters," I started to cry softly. I looked across the pond and whimpered.
What if he was still on the cold kitchen floor? What if I really hurt him? What did he do to deserve this?
"Kenny, KENNY IS THAT YOU," I looked around and saw an orange and green blur running toward me.
"Kyle?" I couldn't really make out who it was for certain.
"Kenny," it was Kyle. He finally reached me and quickly caught his breath.
"Kyle what do you want," I grumbled.
"Who is Marjorie?" Kyle grabbed my arm and shouted.
"That's not my secret to tell," I kinda sounded like a smartass, but I don't really give a shit.
"What the fuck is that supposed to mean," Kyle tightened his grip.
"Why don't you keep your big nose out of this Kyle!" he really knows how to piss people off.
"Why don't you MAKE ME," he shoved me.
"Okay you asked for it," I flung him to the ground and stomped my foot into his chest. I could feel him building up the strength to launch at me. I just keep pressing my foot harder and farther into his chest.
"Pl…Pleas…Please St...Stop," Kyle was losing air. I released him from under my foot and kicked him in the face. When I did this I heard Kyle scream softly, I looked down to him and saw that blood was now creeping out of his noise. I started to walk off but was stopped abruptly.
"Kenny, THAT FUCKING HURT," he managed to get up on two feet. He was no football player, but he sure did have a good tackle. My face hit the snow and the weight of Kyle dragged on my back. Literally speaking.
"GET THE FUCK OFF," I screamed and tried to push him off, but that little asshole wouldn't budge.
"You HAVE to go see Butters; he's shit without you," Kyle pushed my face into the snow. I felt his weight lifted as I sprung up. I glared at him, if only looks could kill…
"What did you do to him," I snorted.
"ME! You're really going to fucking blame me for the shit you did," he screamed. I feel hot with embarrassment.
"Please fuck off," my vision started to blur as I tried to walk off again.
"Kenny," Kyle reached for my hand and stopped me, "What happened to us?" I turned around in shock and noticed tears drenching his face.
"What do you mean?" out of instinct I wiped away his tears with my free hand.
"Never mind," he let my arm go limp against my side. Kyle turned away and sat on the empty log. Kyle why do you have to be such an attention whore.
It seemed like Kyle needed me, but Butters needed me more. I started to run away from Kyle, and away from Stark's Pond. The cold air hit me like a bullet, but it didn't stop me.
I ran like my ass was on fire. I ran like I was about to be killed. I ran like Butters was hurt and I knew the person that hurt him and I was going to whip their ass. I ran like I actually cared, and I do. I care about Butters more than I do myself.
God forbid I nearly killed him…
BUTTERS P.O.V.
"Kenny I'm sorry," I sobbed like a little baby. My face was shoved deep within the folds of my pillow. It was covered in tear stains that would dry and eventually disappear, but it had blood stains that would mark it forever.
I was losing blood, I was feeling weak and my heart ached to at least see Kenny one more time. I could feel my soul slowly creeping out of my body. My mind went blank and I was looking down on myself.
"No please I don't want to go," I yelled as I reached for my body.
"BUTTERS WAKE UP," my body was suddenly jolted awake.
"Kenny?" I prayed he would answer back.
"No, its Marjorie," I think I just died on the inside.
"God damnit what do you want!" I tried to push her away.
"I want you to die so I can live," she smiled and lifted her hand to reveal a shiny object.
What is that? OHMYFUCKINGGOD IT'S A KNIFE!
"NO PLEASE DON'T," I screamed and covered my face with the pillow.
"BUTTERS! What's wrong, why won't you wake up?" I recognized Kenny's voice.
"Kenny?" I realized that I wasn't about to be killed so I revealed my face by setting the pillow down.
"Butters….I'm so sorry," once Kenny had gotten a glance at my newly disfigured face he winced.
"Kenny I still love you," I started to cry and attempted to move toward Kenny.
He embraced me with open arms and started to rock me back and forth like a baby.
"I'll never do it again I swear, please stay with me," he was sobbing hysterically.
"I won't leave I promise," I signed and buried my face into his chest.
There we both sat there showered in pain and tears, but at least we weren't alone…
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