Anyone else but you

Chapter 3

( this chapter will only be around 600 words. I wanted to get this part over with; not in the way I didn't enjoy it. I just didn't feel confident going from this- straight to the hospital scene. I will get the next chapter out as soon as possible. )

"When there was a time when we were more then just friends?' the words echoed through my brain. I just sat there, paralyzed.

"That was in 9th grade, I was confused and you were a jackass like always. I thought I had a crush you," I hissed the words out.

"Don't lie, you followed me around like a puppy. Thought you had a crush is an understatement, you loved me." He got off the hood of the truck, almost able to look down at me.

"I thought that's what... boyfriends were suppose to do," the word boyfriend felt like poison in my mouth "I mean hell I always saw girls following dudes around so I just assumed."

No one knew that we were dating. He didn't hang around Stan, Kyle, and Cartman that much at that time. It was just a rumor, nothing else.

And that's all I considered our relationship for 2 months to be. A rumor that was hidden from everyone. After all we had only kissed since I refused to let him in my pants.

"yes, but we weren't out to anyone. So there wasn't really a need," Kenny pointed out with another stupid grin.

"Still thought that's what you were suppose to do McCormick" I shrugged looking at the time. It was one now, how had we been arguing for so long?

"Whatever Craig, if it helps you sleep at night," Kenny kept the plastic like smile on his face. I balled my hands into fists till they shook, I gritted my teeth till they felt like they'd break. I tried to do anything to calm myself down. Maybe I could try one of those stupid ass tactics that never work.

"Count to ten" I hear the god damn therapist voice pound in my head.

"One" why the fuck would this help anyways?

"Two" I didn't want to calm down, why should I?

"Three" my anger is fucking rational, my life is a fucking mess. I should be mad.

"Four" I can hear ringing in my ears

"Five" God I'm so alone

"Six" why would this help again?

"Seven" I'm so pathetic

"Eight" I'm gonna wipe that fucking grin off his face

"Nine" Correction: I'm gonna make it so no one can ever see his grin again.

"Ten" I'm going to kill him

I was fuming, I am fuming. I closed my eyes, my thoughts are only replaced by clouds of self doubt and anger. I swung at him, as soon my fist connected to his jaw I could almost feel it break. It made this noise that sounded so bad I could've thrown up, but in that moment I couldn't care.

He went tumbling to the ground, he said something. Probably a strand curses, but I couldn't hear him. I kicked him in the stomach as hard as I could, repeatedly. It was like a beat, I felt tears running down my face. Was I crying?

I got on my knees and started hitting him, he was fucking passed out. I don't know when he was out, but he was. I kept punching and punching till I was punching as hard as a baby could. I felt weak as tears streamed down my face. God I was a wreak.

I stood up, my fists were bloody. Kenny looked like hell, he was in a cradle position, face pale, coughing blood every so often, his nose was bleeding due to the impact of the fall, and his already dirty clothes were a clear as day color brown where he had kicked. I had a small smile, I couldn't help it. I hated him, it was good that he was in pain.

Then again I'm basically a fucking psychopath. Maybe I should just go sign myself up for a mental institution already.