-Kyle-
Oh god. oh god, FUCK! I stared down at the now unconscious girl, did I kill Wendy? I shot up and tan back into the woods, back to Kenny. "Dude what's wrong you didn't drain her, I wanted to see." I grabbed him and shot into the air to go back to my house. "First of all, weirdo. And THAT WAS WENDY DUDE, I killed wendy." I said before flying into my window. Kenny looked at me in shock, "whoops." He said. "Yeah, yeah fucking whoops!" I said pacing. I didn't get enough blood and now I'm dizzy and I feel like I'm going to pass out. "Kenny this is crazy, I-I can't kill classmates! And Wendy- I killed Wendy. Wendy's dead and it's my fault!" I feel to the ground. "Hey man it's ok!" Kenny sat beside me, " No! No it's not ok! Don't act like this is normal..." My head began to spin and I felt my body go limp.
I woke up on the floor and saw Kenny sitting at my desk, playing a game on his phone. I sat up and he looked at me, turning off his phone. "Hey man, we gotta go to school, also I got something for you." He said and threw me a black bottle. "What's this?" I asked, "animal blood to hold you over." He said. "Oh...thanks." God did Kenny kill an animal? Can't say I'm surprised. I got up and grabbed some clothes, going to the bathroom and getting changed. I drank the blood Kenny gave me, I had to make it last the day though so I only drank enough to stop feeling dizzy. I don't know how long I can go without draining someone.
Me and Kenny walked down to the bus stop together, Cartman and Stan were already there. I smiled and waved at stan, acting like I didn't kill his ex girlfriend and one of our closest friends last night. He forrowed his eyebrows and looked between me and Kenny. I stood next to him, "hey sta-" he interrupted me, "why are you coming together?" He asked, glaring at Kenny, "oh he stayed over at mine last night." I smiled, "we didn't fuck if that's what you're asking." Kenny smirked, I rolled my eyes.
We walked into first period. I looked around the classroom when my eyes landed on one person, I stopped dead in my tracks. I stared at the person, the person whose supposed to be dead, sitting there talking to Bebe and Haidi and Margarine as if both happened. Wendy? She looked at me and smiled, but there was something else behind her eyes. How the fuck is she alive? I felt a tug on my jumper and turned to see Kenny with wide eyes mouthing 'holy shit!' And grinned. The bell rang and we sat down.
How the fuck is Wendy alive?
Is she going to tell people?
Maybe she's like Kenny and can't die?
What. The. Fuck.
I looked back at her and she glared at me. Fuck.
