Are u Insane? (Kyle Story)

Chpt. 3

Stan pulls me up and I almost fall again. His eyebrows furrow as he examines my jacket and hands.

"Is that blood? Dude, what the hell happened!" He says looking me dead in the eye. All I do is stare back, like hell I'm telling him I killed my dad! Before he can say anything else I walk away. Just like he did to me when I needed his help most in 6th grade.

6th grade. Why can't I just forget about 6th grade!

No, I'll never forget. That was the day my life became shit. Kinda funny, don't you think?

For the rest of the night I walk around town. Looking at the dark buildings, thinking about random bull shit. Like the fact I was still alive.

I wash the blood off my hands at the water fountain in the park. I sat down on a swing until I saw Tweek and Craig walking to school. I decide to go, I have nothing better to do.

I walk into the building, grab my stuff from my locker, and go to class. When I sit down at my desk, Cartman walk up to me.

"Why the hell is there blood on your jacket, jew." He says grabbing it. I try and slap his hand away but he doesn't let go. "It's dry. It will stain you know. You need to buy a new jacket." He lets me go and I fall back into my seat.

Did Cartman just give me advice? Since when did he care if I had blood stains on my jacket! And he didn't even ask who's blood it was, just that I need to buy a new jacket. Once again proving that he is just a fat psychopath.

Author's Note:

Still not sure on weather I should write Kyman or Style. I might do a bit of both. Did you know I even looked up what the difference between a psychopath and a sociopath is to see which one Cartman was. He is a psychopath. Sorry this was short, I'm having some writer's block. Please tell me what you want to happen next. I need ideas.

SEE YA!