Well, its safe to say that i am obsessed with this story. I'm trying to make it have sort of a Lost theme with the flashbacks and such, but I don't know if I'm doing a very good job :/

Disclaimer: I don't own South Park, or Christy Morejon.

Street lights, glisten on the boulevard,

And cold nights make staying alert so- hard.

For heaven's sake, keep me awake,

So I won't be caught off- guard...

"Ok, whatever we say, doesn't leave this room." Bebe said at her thirteenth birthday party. The rest of us nod solemnly.

"Mary, you're quiet." Christy said, turning to her friend who was sitting right next to her. Mary shrugged.

"Well, don't you have any secrets?" Wendy asked.

Mary hesitated, looking nervous. "Well, there is this one thing. But you guys can't tell anyone."

Heidi gasped. "I knew it! You like Kenny!"

Mary blushed slightly and looked away. "That's not what I was about to say."

"But you do like him, don't you?" Annie asked.

Mary sighed. "Yeah, I do. Kinda. But, well..." Mary took her hair out of its ponytail. Our eyes widened. Christy wondered why Mary had worn her hair in a ponytail. She never did, anymore, because she thought that it made her look nerdy. Well, now everyone knew why she had been sporting the updo.

There was a pink, ugly scar tracing its way up her scalp.

"Whoah. How did that happen?" Bebe asked.

Mary bit her lip and started fiddling with her scarf, which was now in her lap. "My mom threw a high- heel at my head."

Christy's jaw dropped. It all clicked. Mary had come into school with some bruises a couple of times but she had said they were from fencing. And they believed her. They

knew that Mary's mom was strict, but they didn't think Mary was getting abused. Each one of them had seen books or saw a tv show about abuse, and each one of them thought 'How could their friends not know what was going on with them? What kind of people are they?'

And now they knew that there was always an excuse. There was no way of knowing.

Christy's P.O.V.

My eyes fluttered open. Where was I? The walls were white, and the bed wasn't very comfy.

A door to the side of me opened, and a nurse came in. Aah. The hospital.

"Oh, good, you're awake. Your family and friends are here to see you." The nurse said. She walked out of the room and returned with mom, Nathan, Mary, Stan, and Kenny. They all looked worried, and I noticed that Mary had her scarf around her neck and was fiddling with it. Crap. She only did that when she was really worried.

Mom started tearing up, and she ran over to me, hugging me gently. "Sweetie, are you okay?" She asked.

"Yeah mom, I'm fine." I said. And, by a miracle, I really was. Sure, there was that whiplash, but other than that there were only a few cuts and bruises.

"Wait, mom, how did you find out that I was in the car crash?" I asked, confused. "How did any of you find out?" I looked at everybody in the room.

"Well, Kyle called us." Mary said, motioning towards herself, Kenny, and Stan.

"Kyle called me too. And then I called mom." Nathan said.

"Oh my god! Is Kyle okay?" I asked frantically.

"Um, he's in ICU because he has a concussion." Kenny said, never one to sugar coat things. "But, I'm sure he'll be fine." He added quickly.

I layed down, taking this all in. "When can I go home?" I asked my mom, who was still crying silently.

"You need to stay overnight just to be sure that you'll be fine on your own." Mom said. I sighed.

Awkward silence.

A very loud ding! interrupted the, well, nothingness that was taking place and Mary took out her phone. Her already pale face turned slightly paler.

"Um, that's my mom. I need to get home. Bye Christy." Mary said, hugging me.

I looked at her worriedly, and she wouldn't meet my eyes.

"Do you need me to give you a ride, Mary?" My mom offered, to which Mary shook her head.

"No thanks. I can walk it." She smiles weakly and turns to leave.

I wish I could get up and help her, but I was stuck in this damn hospital bed.

Kenny's P.O.V.

I followed Mary as she walked out into the lobby and grabbed her wrist before she could leave.

"Mary! What is it?" I asked. She turned to face me.

"It's past my curfew, and my mom gets kinda mad when I'm out late at night." She said, shrugging it off.

"Are you still getting-" I looked around to make sure that no one was listening to us "- murdered?" I asked quietly.

She rolled her eyes. "Kenny, it's not a swear. And no one's listening, so you don't have to use your code word for it."

"Fine. Are you still getting abused?" I whispered.

"Yeah, but not that much! And my mom probably won't be that mad because it's not that late so I'll probably be fine." She assured unconvincingly as she fiddled with her scarf.

I ran a hand through my hair, frustrated. "One of these days I'm going to have to tell somebody about what's going on." I told her.

She shook her head. "I don't want to make a big deal about this."

I turned her head so that she looked right into my eyes.

"But Mary, it's a big deal."

Cheer up and dry your damp- eyes,

And tell me when it rains.

And I'll blend up that rainbow above you,

And shoot it through your veins...

So, a little shorter, and for the record, Mary doesn't fence anymore, and Christy accidentally told Kenny that Mary gets abused, so that's how he found out. Oh, and Kenny and Mary aren't dating.

And even tho I didnt tell her anything about it, ChristyCullen101 spoiled the Mary/ Kenny plot! Damn you and ur ability to be a good reader :/ ok, I forgive u Christy ^ ^

Oh, and let me just say that I am addicted to Big Brother, it's freakin awesome!

-CC