South Park Love Story A Goth Kid's New Troubles PetexO.C

CHP02: The Past Can Haunt You

So originally I was going to trash this story, because 1. it wsn't getting much reads 2. I had little or no plot and 3. because I suck at writing in the goth kids P.O.Vs. Oh and my sis and I refused to write with each other. BUT we made up and she's helping me we've made an epic plot and I love it! So too bad all you evil doers who hate my precious goth kids! Haha! Okay so that's my current situation. Thanks for reading my freaks! (can I call you, my fans that because my username because I don't mind, but I'm not the one being called freak. Comment if you don't like it then I'll stop.) "What are you talking about they're all freaks especially if they're reading this garbage! You freaks!" No, bad Billy I told you to stay in my mind where you belong! You've got a lot of space in there so I don't know you find the need to escape so often. OK thanks for reading fans Heart you!

AFD

Pete looked exactly the same as in the old days but this time he had red dye in his hair. He still wore the same eye make up and black shirt. You'd think after years of knowing him I'd get used to his purple shoes but I never really seemed to get used to it. They just seemed too out of place for Pete's so called style. Who was I kidding as long as it was dark it was acceptable as goth, unless you wore sparkles, then you'd be a douchey vamp kid.

By the old days I mean when we were little. Pete and I were best friends since we were about five almost six. Our friendship ended when we were around nine. That's when Pete moved to South Park. He used to live right next door to me in North Park. Now we were meeting once again. The bad thing about this was that we were poison for each other. We had almost burned my house down five times and we made a little girl saw off her leg. We were playing Saw. The last time we saw each other we had gotten in a dispute. Pete was my only friend in North Park and I didn't want him to move. I couldn't survive with all the other conformists at school. The fight got heated and now I have a scar where my heart is. I'm not trying to be romantic I literally mean Pete stabbed me in the chest. Pete's bipolar and that's why he doesn't let himself get attached to anyone else. I'm pretty sure it's because he doesn't want to hurt them in any way but Pete's never apologized, and whenever it's mentioned he says it was my fault. I always assumed that's what being Bipolar does, but sometimes it scared me that, that was how the real Pete was.

I straightened my posture trying to seem as if I didn't care anymore. I put my hand over my heart as if just seeing him hurt, and honestly it did. I looked angrily at Pete, as he looked up at me. "Who the f'ing 'h' are you?" A big nosed, goth asked. I glared at him scanning the others who were with him. There was a girl with a black dress, and a short boy with black hair and a black shirt.

"I was just thinking the exact same thing." I scoffed. "I'm Jade; now, who the hell are you?" The big nosed guy continued to look dully at me for five seconds examining the faces of his friends and then gave me an answer.

"My, name is Michael, that's Henrietta, the only girl in our clique, that's Firkle, he's the youngest, and finally Pete, the one who started our clique." I nodded quickly interrupting him before he could speak.

"I know." I said subtly. Michael lifted his eyebrow at me. "I don't need to explain myself to a bunch of conformists, I just wanted to know if you could light my cigarette." I said handing them my cigarette. He reluctantly nodded lighting it. I leaned against the wall enjoying the sweet smokey sensation as I inhaled in an exhaled it out. Mom always said it was a disgusting habit but I got it from dad and I just couldn't stop after we left. I slid down to the ground as they began to converse amongst each other. Every once in a while I'd look to Pete who usually replied with 'Whatever' to every comment or question, typical Pete.

The lunch bell rang when Henrietta and Michael got into a conversation about their parents. "Love, didn't work for my mom and dad, why would it work for anyone." Michael said to Henrietta.

"Love, sure just an excuse for my heroin addict aunt to come over for dinner. My drunken dad never pays any attention to me, but when it comes to love, ugh, just piss off..." She said trailing off. Michael nodded and looked up catching me eavesdropping on their conversation.

"How 'bout you Jade?" He asked. At his statement I accidentally crushed the cigarette I had in my hand.

I looked down trying not to show any emotion. "Well, my parents, just got finished signing their divorce papers, so I don't think love is anything more than a thought. It's the last thing I'll ever have on my mind." He nodded as Pete finally spoke.

"Yeah, I mean what's the use if life is just pain, love is just a joke." He looked back to the floor again, not even waiting for my response. I looked away feeling embarrassed.

"They're just a bunch of confirming, wannabes." Firkle said in his childish voice, which was his usual voice.

"Give me another cigarette." I demanded. Michael handed me one not even questioning my attitude. Maybe this school year wouldn't be too bad. I mean maybe if I stuck with these kids. The only problem was Pete was here, and he was here to stay.

I had successfully gone a day without going to school. Well most of the day since the hall monitor basically forced me into class. I hadn't eaten anything but I didn't care I had grown used to that. I liked having my stomach empty anyways. I layed in my bed plugging in my head phones. Any music would put me to sleep even if it was blistering loud metal.

We were listening to the Cure and we were having the exact same conversation as last time. This time though, Pete had no patience. Once I was through saying that my parents had gone through a divorce he grabbed my hand. "Please, you don't know real pain, you're just another conformist!" He said laughing. His friends began to join him as I tried tugging away.

My wrist was starting to hurt and I was growing frantic. "Let go." I started to whisper. Pete stared at me evilly.

He pulled out a knife that looked exactly like the one he had stabbed me with all those years ago. "Just accept it Jade, no one wants you here, you should've died all those years ago, hell not even your parents want you here. Let alone me." He released his grip on me holding the knife greedily as he cautiously approached me. "Come on just give up." He whispered. I kept backing away when I bumped into his buddies. Pete grinned at me before impaling me right in the heart with the knife.

I screamed with all my might. My heart monitor was off the charts now. I only wore it when I slept. I held my chest tightly as the machine kept beeping. It only took my mom a second to rush into my room. "What's wrong Jade?" She hollered quickly getting on my level. She stroked my hair as I continued to weeze from being out of breath.

"It was just a dream, it was just a dream mom, I'm okay." She looked at me worried. I forced a smile as she left my room to get me water. I relaxed myself hugging my secret bear tightly. It was only one of my five secrets. I was goth so I often hid my red bear under my pillow and cuddled him at night. His name was Edgar. I loved him, dad had given him to me and I'd grown so attached to it since he left. I didn't know why but I was crying now. I didn't notice until I realized my bears head was wet. My tears had soaked his soft red fur. Damn, this was way too conformist. I smiled realizing I cared what people thought of me even if people weren't around to see me. I stuffed him under my pillow as my mom entered the room. She took a seat next to my bed still stroking my hair and trying to get me into a hug. I was better now and tried not to curse at her for trying to love me, like moms should.

"It's okay, sweetie." She said reassuring. As I drank water she whispered one more thing to me before leaving. "I know about Edgar...." I spit out water as she closed the door wishing me good night. Damn it, now I was embarrassed. Well at least I was calm enough to sleep now. I was scared to sleep fearful that I'd have another nightmare but thinking of Edgar and dad helped. I was going to survive all this. I knew it.