|| "Dead roses" || Hanahaki Kyle AU || South Park || Angst :D ||

~Chapter 8~

"Another day.."

TWS: Blood, gore, cussing? Sort of SH moment

Kyle's POV:

I stood behind a pillar where Stan and Wendy was talking with Kenny. I shuffled nervously, what if we got caught? "Kenny, isn't this a breach of privacy?" I whispered nervously, looking from behind the pillar where Kenny peered from behind.

"What's wrong? It's not like we're stalking him or anything-" Kenny said, "We ARE stalking him!" I said, in protest. "Shut up! I'm tryna hear what they're talking about!" Kenny shushed me, I rolled my eyes in annoyance.

After a few moments, Kenny lit up, smiling. "Huh? What are they talking about?" I asked, letting my curiosity get the best of me. "Wendy wants to break up with him! Maybe we have a chance after all!" He said, brightly. I perked up and smiled softly at the thought, maybe I do have a chance of surviving.

"Forget Kyle! Forget him! He's just a stupid friend that doesn't trust his SBF! He's just a friend."

I stiffened and my blood went cold, I stopped smiling.

Kenny stared with shock and shook his head in disbelief, "No.. No.. We've still got a chance! He doesn't hate you-.."

"GOD DAMN IT! I HATE YOU KYLE! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU!" Stan yelled before he ran off. I sighed, and smiled softly. I slumped down, "I knew it.." I said, softly. Kenny sat down next to me and pat my back.

The stinging pain from my chest came again, from my lungs to my throat, my heart stinging with pain. I fought back tears.

I coughed again, I'm getting used to it, even though it's only been a day. Brilliant red blood spilled on the ground. Beautiful rose petals fell from my mouth, stained with blood. The scratching on my throat eased a little.

"G-Great.. We're at 11 petals now.." I mumbled, coughing, counting the petals on the ground. Kenny paled, he wiped the blood off my chin and helped me get up, "W-We should get to class... S-Stay safe and please, tell me if it gets worse.." Kenny said, worried.

I nodded, too tired to speak.

He left me. Now alone, with no one by my side, I walked through the hallway, feeling empty. This hurts, I hate myself, why do I like Stan at the first place?!

I sighed in irritation, I felt disgusted and hurt. And I can't do anything about it.. Well... There is something I can do, to ease the pain a little... But I promised Ike and Kenny that I won't do it again...

But, a little won't hurt, right?.. Just a little..

Before I do it though, I need to get to class. I'l just ask for a bathroom pass. I smiled eagerly, I walked into my class, plopped my bag and grabbed my pocket knife. It's been a long time since I used it. A month to be exact.

I shoved it into my pocket, and and went to ask for a bathroom pass.

Walking out of the classroom, I walked quickly to the boy's toilet, expecting it to be empty and I could be alone but..

"Kenny?"

"I know you're planning to cut again, so this is why he's here." Kenny said, moodily, and he grabbed my wrist, "I let you keep the pocket knife because I trusted you, but now I don't. Give me the pocket knife." He said, staring daggers at me. I sighed, "Fine, you got me.." I hand him my pocket knife without objecting.

Kenny grabbed it and took it away, he gave me a sympathetic look, "Look, I'm worried about you.. Just.. Go to class." He said, sternly. I turned to leave, but suddenly felt a prick in my throat. Acting quick, I grabbed the edges of the sink closet to me, and coughed. The pain in my throat worsens and I spitted out the petals. Kenny, alarmed, patted my back and held my waist, trying to help me cough out the petals.