Kyle Atop Mount Silverheels

The End.

"Kyle!"

Kyle got up from his corner seat and out of his uncomfortable nap position
It was the therapist and she walked him down the one hallway to her room.

"We can't have you here anymore."

Kyle sat up. "What?"

"You haven't been eating, Kyle. It's alright to use distractions but it shouldn't distract you from eating. You can't stay here."

"W-what do you mean?"

"We're going to have to send you to our residential program."

"No...No....It's just going to be the same damn program that hasn't been working for me! Am I just..."
"...Supposed to die or something?"
Kyle shook, tears filling his eyes.
"Please...I'll eat, just let me stay a little longer!"

"Sorry, Kyle. I can't let you stay."

The drive home was quiet, rain pelted the car window.
As soon as he got home his parents were at it again about medication.
He'd only been on the smallest dosage for a week but his mom argued that he didn't need it at all.
That he would get better only if he ate.

He packed his things, he would be going to Denver tomorrow where he'd be living at the hospital.

When he arrived he wasn't allowed to use his phone for the first two days to contact his parents.
He could hardly sleep that night with people peeking in his room and all but the thought that really kept him awake was "I am going to die."
He was going to die slowly and there was nothing he could do or anyone could do for that matter.
He considered escaping or attacking someone but all he had the energy to do was cry.
He was approached a couple of times by other patients asking what was wrong but all he could say was "I am going to die, I have a rare disorder and it's going to kill me."
It was like he was being backed into a corner with the only thing to think about was his eating disorder. He was scared and never felt more alone in his life. He wondered what Stan would do.
What was Stan doing?

Stan couldn't shake what his father said. Was he really a disgusting RandyRamsay love child?
The pork he was grilling hissed menacingly on the stove. It was like it knew.
"Dad?"

"Yes, Stan?"

"Why'd you leave Gordon Ramsay?"

"I didn't leave, he did. He thought I wasn't good enough for him as a cook. Which is why this beef wellington has to knock his socks off, he's going to be at your school."

"But dad, we're making my famous fuck you tacos now."
"Well they better be good because my baby daddy is gonna be there."

"Dad, I fucking hate you."

Maybe what Stan was doing wasn't that important.
Kyle sent him a text about him going to the facility and Stan hasn't even read the message yet.
Kyle figured he was too busy with his psycho father.
The facility was similar to the outpatient program. One long hallway with rooms along the side and a big community room lined with green and blue chairs and a window in the community room that showed the front. There were two sides of the facility: south and north. Kyle was on two south AKA the south juvenile center. AKA Two South... Park.

"May I use the restroom?" Kyle raised his hand.

"It hasn't been 30 minutes yet."

"Please, I really need to go."

"No."

"Why not?"

"You know why not."

"No, I don't."

The lady waved for Kyle to come closer and whispered something about "purging."

"That doesn't apply to me, can't I just go?"

"It doesn't matter, you still need to abide by the rules."

Kyle frowned.

The woman sighed. "Alright fine but you're gonna have to sing."

"Sing? Which song?"

"Doesn't matter which song, you just have to sing."

"Aw jeez, ok... uhh"
[Fire Burning by Sean Kingston]

Somebody call 911
Shawty fire burnin on the dance floor
Oh woahh

And then there's a compilation of Kyle's recovery to the whole song, like that time he had to go in for a bone scan, the times his family visited, shows he watched like My Little Pony (because they don't let you watch anything else), the time someone "purged" in the cafe, getting hooked up to a feeding tube, and other boring stuff like Cartman chili "exposure" time. But over all, Kyle learned that there's no way around your fears, the only choice is to face it head on just like that wimpy bisexual dude did and that it's ok to accept help and use your resources just like Kyle did in my story.
And speaking of help and resources, when Kyle got out he helped Stan sell his famous fuck you tacos with Gordon Ramsay and Randy.

"Stan, these tacos are amazing! What's in them?"

"Pork"

"Stan, I'm jewish"

"Oh shi–"

And then Kyle–
Oh hey Kyle what's going on?

"Dude, I just pushed out the biggest log right over there" Kyle pointed behind a tree with the YouTube thumbnail face
"You wanna hear about it?"

"Sure."

[Kyle inhales]