never noticed him (kyle broflovski x reader)

safety

MASSIVE TW‼️ description of sh
(i tried to keep it as tame as possible but it was hard cus i wanted to convey how serious it was. please skip this if you are easily triggered and feel free to message me and i'll give you a summery of this chapter without the gruesome details if that makes sense. okay ily)

(perfect girl - mareux)

(Y/N)'s pov:
i got home exhausted and mortified from the day. i left halfway through, but it felt as if i was there for 100 days straight. i had gone to all this effort to cover up my struggles and fucking clyde goes and ruins everything in a 5 minute speech. i sat on the floor sobbing for hours but drifted in and out of sleep. one time when i woke up again, i looked at the clock.

11:11pm

so much for good luck i guess

i stared at the wall trying to piece together once again what had happened that day. once i remembered it all, i returned to my original state. sitting on the floor crying, a fleeting thought ran through my brain. i tried to ignore it, but the idea of it kept sticking around. i grappled with the thought, debating on whether to grant myself relief or safety. a bit reluctantly, i decided to turn to an old coping mechanism. sure it was extremely toxic and unsafe, but i needed that release now. i searched under my bed for the case. i picked up the box that that contained contents i swore to throw out after i attempted. shaking, i opened it to reveal a small, rusty silver blade. i know i shouldn't do this, but i wasn't thinking rationally and it was the only way i knew how to cope in this moment. i started violently shake.

nothing felt real.

when i was done i snapped back into reality and gaped at the horrendous consequences that were painted on my arm. blood was now pooling below me and i started to freak out. when i used to self-harm, i was able to control the mess, but this time i had gone too far. it wouldn't stop. at this rate, i wouldn't make it through the night. i sat there, not knowing what to do until a desperate thought came into my mind.

i need to get someone. but who?

kyle.

i nodded to myself and got up. i looked down again and saw my clothes and skin ruined by my mess. trying to keep myself as conscious and logical as possible, i went outside cradling the arm i had hurt so badly. i walked barefoot, through the snow only in my sweatshirt and shorts.

i was desperate.

the short walk felt like hours but i finally reached the steps. i walked up and rang the doorbell. while i was waiting for kyle, or even anyone at all, to answer, i glanced behind me. a trail of blood had followed me in the snow, contrasting violently with the the stark white. the door in front of me opened. there stood kyle in his pajamas looking me up and down.

"k-kyle, p-please-"

Kyle's pov:
it was about 11:30pm and the rest of my family had gone to sleep. i was up in my room thinking about the scene clyde had caused today.

how could he? poor (Y/N), she's just trying her best.

all of a sudden the doorbell rang. i sat up quickly, confused.

who the hell is here this late?

i briskly walked downstairs intrigued by the figure behind the door. when i opened it, i was met with a pale, hunched over (Y/N).

"k-kyle, p-please-"

she stuttered out. her eyes had tears pouring out of them and she was shaking violently. not only from the cold, but from shock. when i looked down, my eyes freezed on her arm. it was covered in cuts and bleeding profusely while pooling on the ground below her. my mouth fell open. i stood there for a moment processing what i was seeing.