God I've still been so busy. Sorry about not updating.
Chapter 5
Kyle pedaled his bike up to a large sign that read: "Welcome to North Park". This town was about twice as big as South Park with much more people and buildings. It was getting dark so Kyle pedaled into the city heading for a hotel.
North Park was nice but it was too close to South Park for Kyle to feel comfortable. He didn't want anyone to find him and take him back home were he was unwanted by the person he cared about the most besides his family. He figured his family probably didn't want him around anymore as well. He was only a burden to them.
When Kyle arrived at a large hotel in the middle of town he chained his bike to a bike rack and went inside. He checked into a small hotel room since he wanted to save his money until he at least got a job somewhere far away. Since all he had was his backpack Kyle took his room key card and took the elevator alone to his room after exploring the lobby a little. The room was at the very end of the hall. He slid the key card across the lock and opened the door. After locking the door behind him Kyle gave a quick scan of the room.
It was very small with a queen sized bed, a TV, and a bathroom. Even though the room was small it still was a nice hotel so he saw that they had brought a tray of food for him that was sitting on the table next to the bed. Kyle suddenly felt very hungry and took the tray of food and sat on the bed. There was bread, fruit, crackers, and water that he gratefully ate.
When he was done he placed the tray next to him and turned on the TV. He felt more bored than tired as he flipped through the channels only to find nothing on. After flipping through all the channels three times Kyle began to be deep in this thoughts. He thought about this family and wondered if his friends cared that he was gone. He figured Kenny might be a little upset then he though of Cartman. That fatass was probably celebrating with Stan.
The second Kyle thought of Stan a tear came to his eye. The thought of how happy Stan must be right now really depressed him. He knew he was simply granting Stan's wish of never seeing him again as he absentmindedly put a hand to his still sore nose. It hurt to touch it. As he put his hand back down to his side he noticed something that was shining from the light of a nearby lamp.
On the tray with the left over food was a bread knife. Kyle picked it up and examined it with sudden fascination. It was surprisingly sharp for a bread knife which gave Kyle an idea. He had heard about people cutting themselves to relieve mental pain and decided to try it. He took the knife, rolled up his sleeve, and cut a vertical line down his wrist. He was being careful while doing so to not to hit an artery and be in big trouble.
Kyle flinched at the pain but then realized it he kind of liked it. It didn't really feel good but it kept his mind off the painful thoughts in his head. He went to the bathroom and got a tissue to wipe up the blood so he wouldn't get it on anything. Once he cleaned his cut Kyle made another one right next to it and repeated the process a few more times. Feeling a little better and nauseous at the same time, Kyle cleaned up his cuts and washed the blood off his knife. He decided he should probably go to bed so he could get going a quickly as possible the next day. He moved the tray off the bed, turned off the TV and light, and fell asleep on the bed.
Meanwhile not too far away Stan Marsh arrived at North Park.
I hope I didn't creep any of you out with the Kyle cutting himself thing. I know it's not like him but he is in a pretty depressing situation. I personally have never cut myself so I hope I was descriptive enough.
