"Do I Know You?" [K2]

Chapter 8 | Can You... Not?

I'm not dead I swear

and my writing is quality stuff cause I just re-read it haha

"'Sweet, I get to see a homosexual intercourse' He chuckled, getting a two-week detention from the teacher."

"I think about how much Kyle insults me all the time, but does he really like me inside. Out of all my research, it does prove that Kyle does like me. I took so many online quizzes that all said he liked me! You can't deny the facts!"

Update - Dec. 11, 2018- I swear the writing gets better lol

Kenny's POV

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Lying in my bed that night, I knew I couldn't go out. Cartman's on the watch, and he knows. I'm becoming weaker by the day; sadness, loneliness, hunger, pain, and desire are all eating me up inside. I look at the cracked ceiling, unknown stains covering the cream-colored paint. My room was a damn mess, my parents probably being the ones who ruined it more than it already was.\

A sigh escaped my mouth as I glanced over at my alarm clock. 12:12AM, it read. In three minutes, the alarm for when I would get up will go off, making as little noise as possible so I would not wake up any of my family members. They already started losing hope in me, calling me a mistake or whatever.

We all have about three minutes to live, just that every-time we take a breath, we reset that clock. Sometimes, like now, I wish I could hold my breath until it's gone. But I know I'll just come back. Every time I die, I just come back, hoping it'll be the last time. But it never is, and I would never consider this a blessing. I would consider it a curse; one that will probably never go away.

I heard small beeps from my left side. It's 12:15, and I wanted to sleep for once in the damn life. Sleep deprivation was getting to me, and I held it off as long as possible with many different methods, usually coffee or even small doses of drugs at times. It's not healthy, but it does help. Even small cuts on my arm can keep me awake, especially if the knife is burning hot.

I sat up, my eyes adjusting to the world around me. Dark is... one word to describe it. A broken nightlight flickered a few times out of the corner of my eye, making me block my eyes from it. I was so used to the dark that sudden flashes of light weren't really my thing. Wait a minute...

My nightlight stopped working years ago and we moved it to another room, so the only source of light could be from the outside.

A glance out the window answered my question as The Coon unlocked my window, climbing into my room. He landed on the floor, me not caring enough to care in the first place.

"Hey, fuckface," He said while I just watched. It wasn't a surprise that he was in here, since he probably has nothing better to do with his bullshit. I looked at him, a small frown showing on my face. I collapsed back onto my pillow, looking up the the ceiling once more. After making a quick wish on wanting to be dead for good, my bed shifted. He was sitting on the edge of my bed, looking at me with a hint of madness in his eyes

"So... you gonna explain why you're not out tonight, Mysterion?" He asked, crawling on top of me in a very... sexual position. I was about to shove him off when he pinned both of my hands down onto the bed, me being too weak to try and resist. Another sigh escaped my mouth as I asked why he is even here.

"I'm planning something big, and I know it has something to do with a special someone," He replied with a wink. I rolled my eyes as he lifted one of his hands from my arm and brushed my cheek, causing my face to heat up slightly at the sexual tension between us. I snapped back into reality, using my now free hand to shove him off of me.

"Why are you telling me this, exactly? If you're the bad guy, then why are you telling the good guy about your evil plans? Are you really that stupid?" I asked him, watching him get up and slowly walking back to the window. In this time, he reached into his back pocket, grabbing a small silver object with one of his hands.

"Well, if I knew a major secret you wouldn't want to get out, then maybe you might just want to not get involved..." He said, pulling out a... TAPE RECORDER?!

Jolting up, I ran towards him, only to have him run outside, leaving with evidence I was a hero. Well, the town hero that everyone knows and loves. A facepalm followed that as a secondary alarm went off, just in case I didn't wake up the first time it went off.

Stumbling back to my bed, I collapsed, trying to comprehend everything that was going on. I don't know who the special someone he mentioned was, but I'm hoping it's someone I fucking hate. That would be a blessing. He'll probably pull something stupid also, and not get away with it this time.

Or will he? I sighed one last time, knowing my tiredness was really getting to me. As my eyes started to close, one thought crossed my mind. One thought that would make me think a little more than I usually do tomorrow.

Is this really worth it?

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