King Kyle's Poems"

✧ Chapter Five ✧

My eyes slowly opened, my sight being directed towards the beautiful masterpieces on my ceiling, I had finally woken up from my little rest after the incident. I carefully sat up on my bed, a stinging pain in my back making me groan out of pain. After that I managed to stand helping myself up by placing a hand on my bedside table and then making my way towards my big mirror, looking at my pale reflection in it, paying closer attention to my bandaged shoulder. I tried to slowly move it, the only reaction being another stinging pain which made me groan again. I sighed and rubbed my forehead before finally walking over the door and opening it to head to the dining room for dinner. As soon as I opened it my gaze was punished by the sight of Stan standing right beside the doorframe: “good evening your majesty, did you have a good rest?” he asked, obviously trying to be ironic even in such occasions like this one. I frowned and glared at him for awhile before looking ahead and starting to make my way through the corridor towards my comfort place, my dear library. 

After a small walk I finally arrived at the door with Stanley by my side. After thinking about it, entering in here didn’t sound as good as it always did. I mean, can you blame me after what had occurred this early afternoon? As soon as Stan placed his hand on the doorknob, I quickly grabbed hold of his wrist and shoved it away to avoid him from opening the door. When I did, I felt his cold gaze upon me, making me look down to avoid looking back: “,,i won’t enter there, for now-“. He kept looking up at me but I started walking ahead again to avoid the situation, I figured out that maybe staying in my garden for a bit wound be nicer for now.

Once we got there, I sat down on the big comfy bench in the center of it all and closed my eyes, leaning my head back and letting the wind mess my hair while I started thinking again. The sight Stan gave me earlier was still stuck into my head clearly, so clearly that a few rimes popped in my mind now and there. I pulled out my scrapbook from my pocket among with my pencil and started putting down few things I had thought just now: 

“𝑜𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑖 𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒

𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑖 𝑠𝑒𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑣𝑒-”

and after that I wasn’t able to make anything else come out. I tried looking over at Stan, which was standing a bit away from where I was sat, to make myself get new ideas but this didn’t work also, it was kind of disappointing by me.

𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝘀𝗸𝗶𝗽; [𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 (𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘶𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘹𝘪𝘤 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘴𝘧)]

I sat there on my golden throne, staring at my unfinished poetry still while putting pieces of perfectly cooked steak into my mouth to feed my hunger as I played with the pencil with my other hand. In that moment I focused on the feeling I felt in that moment, the embarrassment of showing weakness right in front of him, giving him the same freedom I gave Cartman right before he striked. Shivers went down my spine as I collected myself and sighed to relieve some stress. My eyes then suddenly lit up as I wrote down

“𝑜𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑖 𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒

𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑖 𝑠𝑒𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑣𝑒.

𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠

𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑠 𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑔𝑜 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑒.”

After a little while I got upstairs into my room and stopped Stan as soon as I noticed him trying to get into my room, usually he used to put my cup on my bedside table and help me tucking inside my huge bed but after what occured today i wasn't quite sure it was necessary this time. I grabbed hold of the cup he was holding and leaned against the doorframe to help support myself up. He looked at me again with that one cold stare of his, making me get chills again. “you,,, ” i started hesitantly but then took a deep breath and looked at him: “you will stay here guarding my room all night, we don't want any other incident to happen, right marshwalker?” I told him and proceed to close the door without even bothering to hear an answer.