Flowers - SP Book One

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<THIS CHAPTER WILL BE VERY TRIGGERING OHGODHEREWEGO! This chapter was inspired by how I feel LAST year, 2020, so yeah. You can skip if you get triggered from cuts or anything, Sorry if this is too depressing, but I needed it for the plot!>

 Today was the day. I was going to confess to Scott. I was walking to school with him, right now. I smile. "Scott," He looked at me. "I-I-I have a crush on you..." He looked at me but frowned. "Kit... you're sweet, innocent and everything I could want but..." He sighs. "I don't feel the same way..." I froze. "B-But you kissed me!" He laughed. "Because you were sad..." I look down. I walk home. I'll just take the day off.

 I was taking orders at Raisins when I saw a familiar face walk in the next day. "Hey, cutie!" I said, walking over. "K-Kit? I didn't know you worked here..." Butters said. "Hah, yeah." He looked up and down my body. "Can I take your order?" I ask. "Yeah..." He sits down. "I'll take some whammy wings. That's it." I smile, putting the order onto the line, sending it to the chefs.

 "So, what's wrong?" I ask after he got his food. "K-Kenny left me for someone else... B-But anyway! How's you and Scott?" I froze. "Umm... he didn't feel the same way," I said. "A lot of people are breaking up with you, aren't they?" I laugh. "Yeah. First Kenny, then Tweek, then Kyle, now Scott." I sigh. "Maybe I'm just not cut out to have a couple." Butters gasped. "No!" He grabs my hand. "I am going to make a boy fall in love with you even if it kills me!" Maury walked over. "What's the problem?" He asked. "Nothing!" "Is this boy a problem?" I laugh. "No, he's my friend. He's a cutie, too." Butters blushed.

 All-day. He tried to make me fall in love with someone in days. Then it turned into 2 weeks. It started on June 14th and ended on June 28th. 14 days. He never got anyone. He was about to ask someone else when I put my hand on his shoulder. "Butters, it's fine... please. You tried so hard, but it wasn't enough. It's okay, alright? If I fall in love with you, I'll just be a hooker. I'll just be lonely, my whole life!" I felt tears fall down my cheeks. I then ran home.

<July 3rd> <5 DAYS AFTER RUNNING AWAY FROM BUTTERS>

 I was inside. I didn't let the sun in, I kept the windows closed, I didn't go to school. My heart was broken. I'm just overdramatic... right? I had my arms covered in blood from scratching them too much. I didn't use a knife to cut my wrists, I used a paperclip. I was just laying in the middle of the floor. I heard my doorknob rattle. I ignored it. I close my eyes, as tears rolled down my cheek. I was in so much pain.

 My bedroom door breaks open. I didn't even flinch, for I was lost in thought. I smile. "Heyyyy... I didn't drink beer, you proud of me?" I said, looking at the group in front of me. I then look at my arms. I had forgotten. Scott ran out of the room. "I dated too many people, I'll probably be a slut to the whole school. I was in love with Kenny, then Tweek, then Kyle, then Scott... and now I'm all alone! I'm just overdramatic and jealous! Where's that rainbow at the end of the storm? I never found it..." I lay back down. "Now, leave me. I want to sleep." They all listened, but little did I know they were just in the living room.

 I wake up, walking downstairs. I need something sharp. Everyone was asleep. Wait, Butters was here? Meh. I walk into the kitchen, pulling out a butcher knife. I go to stab my arm, but I stopped. "What am I doing?" I put my stab-ready arm down. "What am I doing to myself..." I accidentally dropped the knife. I run to my room as fast as possible, with the knife.

 I stared at the floor for about 5 minutes. I must've jabbed myself in the leg, because a sharp pain in my leg. I scream but cover my mouth. I look at my leg. I hide the knife under my bed, limping to the bathroom. I can't believe everyone was still asleep. I've never felt this sad before... huh. I fill the bathtub with water. After it filled, I was being an idiot and put my legs into the tub. I wince. I then put my whole clothed body in the tub. I then fell asleep.

 I open my eyes. I was in a tub filled with blood. Fantastic. I hop out. Meh. There's no school today. Why not go outside? Nah. I heard footsteps, so I ran to my room. 

 I had new cuts on my legs, which I noticed as I sat down on my bed. That's odd. I must've done that in my sleep... I put the knife from under my bed. I go downstairs, everyone was awake. I walk into the kitchen. I go to stab my arm, for no reason, but someone grabbed my hand. "Kit. What the hell are you doing?" A familiar voice asks. "Stan-" He turns me around to face him. He picked me up like a sack of potatoes and carried me out to the living room. He threw me onto the couch. "Hold her down." I couldn't move. "HEY! LET ME GO!" Stan pulled my pant leg up. "Those are fresh..." Butters said. They all saw. They all know I'm a freak. "Welp, goodnight." I close my eyes, but someone slapped me. "You are not going to sleep," Stan said. "All of you go home. I'll take care of her." 

<That was most of the triggering parts!>

 Stan cleaned my wounds. "This might sting a bit." He said, putting peroxide on my leg. I wince. He was being really gentle for a badass. "You're r-really gentle for someone so rough..." He didn't respond. I sigh. "Kit, I love you." I stared at him. "I love you like Wendy, but I haven't developed feelings yet. I will always will be your friend. You won't ever be a hooker. To me, anyway. You don't know how love works like me and the guys." I smile, wrapping my arms around him. "I love you too, Stan."