AMNESTY // SOUTH PARK

CHAPTER FOUR.

I NEED FEEDBACK, PLEASE AND THANK YOU

The brunette huffed, running a hand through his hair before pulling his mask up further up his nose. Payton stared ahead at the blonde in front of him- his shirt wasn't buttoned correctly and his hair was drastically disheveled.  He recognized him from the coffee shop that he had went to the first day that he had arrived in the town.

History was his favorite class of all times- though whenever he was partnered up with someone, it immediately became the last place he ever wanted to go to. Pursing his lips, he glanced at the question at hand for a moment before looking up at the other teen.  "Alright, so- Alexander Hamilton was killed during a duel in New Jersey" He explained quietly, not wanting to give the answers to any of the surrounding groups. 

Tweek nodded at Payton after the teen finished explaining the answer to him, his hands twitching even as he wrote the answer down, making his writing messy. Payton forced back the urge to fix the paper, and simply sank further into his chair with a frown. 

The new's of him not paying attention and simply listening to music during class, and unfortunately the teachers of South Park High School were smart enough to confiscate what had been his lifeline.  Due to this he often found himself falling asleep in class to try not to be noticed by any teachers whom would call on him. 

His thought's went back to his past- Inviting his friend to the beach and going to baseball games during the winter were one of his most favorite memories of all. His chest starting aching and his throat tightened as his memories went from happy to a series of flashbacks. 

Payton fought back tears, his body seemingly constricting itself as he was shoved into flashback after flashback. 

"Payton?"

His eyes were wide with fear as he stared ahead of him, too busy trying to survive through the onslaught of symptoms to reply to the person calling out his name. 

"P-Payton, sn-snap out of it!" 

Oh he wished he could so much. He rested his head between his arms, covering his ears with the sides of the appendages as he hyperventilated. "D-Don't touch me!" He partially yelled at the person behind him as the unknown person shook his shoulder in an attempt to snap him out of it. 

The person took their hand off from the back of his shoulder, letting Payton untense and tense soon after as another onslaught of flashbacks began again. Tears ran down his face and fingernails dug into his skin as he suddenly screamed, falling out of his chair and scooting away from the table on his butt. All the eyes in the room were on him once again as he curled into a ball in the corner hyperventilating. 

"Kenny, Craig. Help Payton down to the nurses office. Alright?" There weren't any arguments following after, the crying teen being picked up bridal style by Kenny. "I've got him, just open the door" Craig nodded in reply at Kenny's muffled order as they both walked out of the room quickly with the struggling teen. 

Payton soon stopped struggling, burying his face in Kenny's parka's as leering eyes burned into his back. Kenny sent glances at Craig a few times, having realized something about Payton that none other people in the school had known. 

Feeling himself be put down, he hesitantly let go of the other teen's parka before laying on the bed in a small ball. He didn't dare close his eyes- in doing so would make him see that person again. He didn't want to go through that again even if it was in his dreams. Curling into the fetal position ( aka a ball ), he pulled his mask up further as he silently listened to the conversation outside of the room. 

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"What happened?" The nurse authoritatively asked, putting her hands on her hips as she stared down the two boys who had busted into her office with a hurt teen in their arms. "Panic attack" Craig spoke up, having known what it was due to being friends with Tweek. The nurse nodded before ushering them out of the room with a frown. 

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Payton cuddled further into the blanket he was covered with, satisfied with the warmth it provided him with. He had fallen asleep after once again silently crying and scolding himself for being so stupid as to have an attack in school. 

Reluctantly sitting up and welcoming the blast of cold air with a shiver and a huff of irritability. He stood up, stumbling into the nurses office and out of the room that held the beds for the sick and wounded.

The nurse looked up from her paperwork and at the teen whom had nonchalantly walked into her office and was looking around the room in worry. Payton rubbed his eyes, stretching lightly afterwards. 

"Young man, do you want to go home?" Payton stopped in his tracks, letting his arms fall to his sides as he shook his head. He forced back the panic in his voice as he spoke up. "N-No. I'll be fine" The nurse looked skeptical. 

Payton sighed, grabbing his backpack in which had been dropped off by Kenny before turning to the nurse once again. "What period is it?" He asked quietly, hoping that the nurse heard him in not wanting to repeat his question. "It's lunch" Payton nodded, telling her that he wanted to go home after the the end of lunch before leaving the room.

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Payton plopped down on the chair next to Kenny, whom was currently reading a lewd magazine. He huffed, sinking into the chair a bit. If someone read a magazine like that in new york they often would be called out. 

He quietly thanked Kenny for helping him out earlier, the latter quickly mumbling a muffled 'no problem' 

He sighed at that, thinking of an excuse to tell his parents of why he had come home so early.