Purgatory (Butters X Kenny)

Chapter 8

Kyle dropped his grip on Kenny motioning to a chair. "Sit." He commanded. Kenny begrudgingly flopped into the chair resting most of this upper body on the table. "Why?" He whined. Kyle pulled out the chair across from him grabbing toward his hands. "We're talking about this!" He said sternly. "Kenny lifted his head to look into Kyle's eyes. "If you're trying to get a date I'm not interested!" He smirked. Kyle's nostrils flared. He liked making Kyle angry, only sometimes.

The red in his face matched the red in his hair. Kyle snapped at him. "What the fuck is wrong with you dude? I'm worried!" Kyle snatched his hands back muttering to himself. Kenny just chuckled lightly. "You wouldn't get it dude." Kenny leaned back in the chair. Staring at the rows of ceiling tile. Kyle glared back. "Try me!" Kenny sighed looking to Kyle his eyebrow raised but maintained is resting bitch face.

"It's all about Butters. I just I don't know what to do man." Kenny dropped his head into his hands nodding back and forth. Kyle sat silently waiting for him to continue softening his expression. "Butters is stuck in purgatory. I've been visiting him but I think he's pissed at me." Kenny sighed. Looking up from his hands. Kyle's expression was lost. His eyebrows furrowed but he didn't dare stop Kenny's train of thought.

"It started after I died in a car accident leaving his parents house." Kyle rolled his eyes. 'not this again' he thought to himself going back to Kenny's rambling. "I saw him in the void between life and death. So I decided to kill myself again to see if it was really him, and it was. I was so happy for a while I didn't even mind killing myself every day to visit him but...... The last time I did he found out I was doing it on purpose and got mad at me. He told me he didn't want to see me anymore if I was doing it to myself."

Tears started to escape Kenny's eyes. Shocking Kyle he backed off on the bitchy expression he was no doubt holding. Kenny continued "I just want to see him I miss him so much. Nothing else has killed me and I don't know why I just hate it. The time we have is never long enough! I just want to go into the void and stay there!" Kenny groaned leaning back in the chair again. He brought his hands to his eyes. The lights seemed too bright for him.

"So.... You're obsessed with death again?" Kyle asked pulling Kenny from his thoughts. He snapped his head down to glare at Kyle. "It's not the same! I've come to terms with it. This time it's different! Death used to pull me away from everything I loved now it's bringing me right to it and I still can't hold on to it! I'm hearing this whispers all the time and I think I'm loosing my mind man!" Kenny's hands flailed around as he talked not looking anywhere specific. His thoughts were all over the place.

"Dude" Kyle stopped putting a hand on Kenny. "I think you need some help." The words he spoke stung Kenny. "Don't you think I know that!" He bit back bitterly. He slumped down and dropped his head onto the table. Kyle got up from his seat. He squeezed Kenny's shoulder. "I gotta go to class." He said before letting go. His eyes remained on Kenny's slumped figure as he trailed out of the library shaking his head.

Kenny was disappointed to be alone again. He didn't mind being alone aside from the quiet which always over took him and left him crippled by his thoughts. The whispers came back to him in the silence. He hated it.