Kyle lived his life in the town of south park colorado, had many friends and a family that cared about him, and was a supposedly bright and righteous individual. But Kyle also had gone through many horrible and traumatizing things, some left permanent scars across his face, some left emotional and psychological damage, and some even brutalized the kid. Making him feel hopeless and unwanted, everytime he fell in love, it went horribly wrong leaving him battered and bruised inside, leaving him to cry in the dark for hours, becoming paranoid and more paranoid throughout the day. Growing up Kyle felt this strange feeling that he could never fully push away... he tried and tried.
An empty void filled his heart, feeling nothing but this painful sadness that would not go away, even when doing something fun with his friends to spending time with his family. Even though it made him smile. That void was always present, he became tired and emotional and had many nights of crying and sobbing himself to sleep. He kept it to himself. Thinking it was just puberty causing this... as all kids experience pubescent depression. But he hated his life and himself, from his body to his face... his goddamn face. Permanently mutilated.
He was undoubtedly miserable.
Kyle was currently in his bed, it was around 3 am. His face was berried in his pillow, muffling his cries of emotional agony. He cried and cried for hours on end. When he woke up, he looked like was doing meth. His eyes were baggy and grey. Kyle pulled out the drawer of the bathroom sink. And began covering his scars with makeup. He heard voices in his head. "Look at you Broflovski, you are a fucking toy to this world, how the hell haven't you proven them wrong?" Kyle tried to ignore his reflection talking back to him, thinking it was his thoughts being overlapped by his overactive imagination. "Fucking hell don't ignore me!" the voices said. "Grrrr!" Kyle growled becoming angry applying the makeup more roughly. Then he began covering his eyes, so he looked more awake and aware, even though he's desperate to sleep all the time. "This is so fucking weak, I'm so fucking weak," Kyle said to himself, he hated makeup. It was itchy and it was a sensory issue. But it was better than Cartman remembering the origin of his scars. Kyle saw it as a fucking blessing that Cartman forgot the whole apple thing. He also hated thinking about it. He then got his clothes and prepared for another painfully long school day. Sometimes he wished the school would just blow up.
When he got to school that damn voice came back. "Wouldn't it be great if this place was, ya know. Put in its place?" the voice said. Kyle thought these voices were because he was chronically tired. He was gonna have to fight for his life today to pay attention to classes and surroundings. Class began and he was lucky he wasn't called up to the front of the class or to the office. Lunch came and he sat with Stan, Cartman, Kenny and Butters. But he didn't want to for some reason but he did anyway because he didn't want to be an asshole.
"Hey, Kyle!" Stan said cheerfully happy to see his friend. Kyle was slipping his eyes closing a bit. Stan looked at Kyle. "Kyle, are you okay? Did you sleep at all last night?" Stan asked now concerned. "Uh, yeah Uhm, I'm fine dude, don't worry about me, ok?" Kyle said somewhat slurring his words. Kyle didn't even have a lunch tray. "Kyle this is the third time you didn't have lunch," Stan said worried. "As I told you Tuesday, I can't afford it right now." Kyle lied now slightly irritated. Kyle hated his body, he didn't want to eat. He felt some sort of sick pleasure of abusing his body. "We can share mine if you want?" Stan smiled pushing the tray to him. "Take what you want." Stan offered. "I'm not hungry," Kyle replied with a lie pushing the tray back. Kyle crossed his arms across the table and rested his head sighing
"Kyle, are you sure you're ok?" Stan was super worried. Something snapped inside of Kyle. "Stan, can you just mind your fucking business?!" Kyle yelled and then stormed off. "Woah looks like you pissed off your boyfriend again haha!" Cartman snorted with laughter.
"He's not my boyfriend Cartman! You know I'm with Tolkien!" Stan yelled at him. "Sure sure dude sure." Cartman continued being an asshole as he ate his lunch.
Kyle was now in the transgender bathroom, simply for privacy. He was leaning into the corner on with his face buried into his knees. He was crying, crying ugly tears. He decided to skip class and continued to cry. Hoping to maybe get some rest... Kyle couldn't deny it anymore
He was definitely depressed.