Love me ? (FINISHED)

F i V e

Stan's POV:
(This is before Kyle saw what he saw.)
I woke up and heard the doorbell ring. I walked downstairs and opened it. Wendy was there crying. "Please Stan!! Take me back! I'm nothing without you!" She sobbed. Her makeup was running. "I'm sorry Wendy. I just don't want to be with you anymore." I dryly responded. She frowned then smiled. She grabbed me and kissed me for a while. I kept my eyes open and see Kyle walk over. He stopped when he saw us. He looked like he was gonna cry. He ran away and I pulled off of Wendy and slammed the door in her face. I ran upstairs and into my bedroom. I started pacing back and fourth. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. What's Kyle gonna think. I like him, and now he probably thinks I have a thing for Wendy!! God damn Wendy. Kyle's horrified face ran through my head. I lay down on my stomach with my face in my pillow. I began to cry.
A/N: I really like writing in Kyle's view rather than Stan. So sorry there's so much of Kyle's pov :3)
A/N: hey again. This part may trigger some people. This involves attempted suicide and all that stuff. I am not supporting suicide or anything. I pray for everyone who had lost someone from suicide <3)
Kyle's POV:
I locked myself in the bathroom with a few supplies. A rope, pills, blades, and a knife. I was trying to choose what to do. Hmm. Rope, pills, or sharp stuff? I thought while tears fell down my cheeks. I looked in the mirror and saw my ugly face. I smashed the mirror, leaving gashes of cuts in my hand. I liked the pain. I looked at my bloody hands. There was a lot of blood. I started to feel lightheaded. The last thing I remember was red.

(Kyle)
I woke up in a hospital bed. Balloons saying "get well soon!" I saw my family and friends. Butters, Kenny, Craig, Tweek, Clyde and... Stan. When I woke up, Stan ran out of the room crying. "W...what happened?" I drowsily asked. "Well uh you smashed a mirror and lost a lot of blood" Butters responded, looking down. I remember. "The doctor says you tried to kill yourself. Is that true?" Craig asked, reluctantly. I looked down and slowly nodded my head. My mom looked at me with wide eyes, her mouth hanging open. Ike didn't really listen. He was on his phone. All my friends were looking down. I started to cry. I looked to my left and saw a bag of blood connected to my arm. I started to feel tired again. I went to sleep and the last thing I heard was the door closing to my room. I woke up a few hours later. Stan was in my room, crying his eyes out. "Why w...would you e...ever d...do that" he asked, crying every sentence. I looked down at my arm. It was more pale than usual. I lost a shit ton of blood. I started to cry. A lot. I shrugged. He came up and sat near my arm. He made sure not to totally sit on my arm. He tried to hug me. The nurse came in and pulled him out. "Excuse me. I need to talk to your friend" the nurse said, talking to me. After Stan went out, I went back to sleep
Stan's POV:
The nurse pulled me away from Kyle. I went out of the room. She wanted to talk about Kyle with me. "Will he survive? He lost a lot of blood." I asked her. She put her hand on my shoulder and smiled. She nodded. I let out a huge breath of relief. "What did you want to talk about?" I asked her. She let go of my shoulder and explained everything. "Your friend Kyle wa-" "your super best friend Kyle" I cut her off and corrected her. She started over. "Your super best friend Kyle had tried to kill himself. He was found in his bathroom with rope, pills, and sharp objects. He also has cuts. A lot of them. His right arm has a similar cut pattern that I think you might recognize. He has carved 'Marsh' in his skin" she explained. "Marsh? That's my last name!" I told her, seconds away from tears. "He has your last name carved on his skin. In a few places actually. One on his right arm, left leg, and stomach." She continued explaining. "He carved my last name in his skin?" I was so confused. She nodded. "His blood loss was only because he smashed a mirror with bare hands." She kept explaining. Her explaining everything made me hurt. I got up and went into Kyle's room. He was asleep. I looked at his right arm. "Marsh" was carved into his skin. Like a tiny tattoo. I looked at his stomach. "Marsh". I finally looked at his left leg. "Marsh". I started to cry. "I love you Kyle" I said, sobbing. I got up from the bed and left.