South Park: One Shots

His Last Words

Kyle + Stan
Warnings: Self deprecation, major character death and apathetic thoughts.

17:18

Hey. So, if you're reading this I'm probably already gone. But this is what I wanted. I've just hurt so many people. I've hurt my family, my friends. The people I'm supposed to care for I just end up hurting.
I hurt myself. And I can't stop.
I've tried. I've fought and fought until I'm so tired my head spins and my arms ache. But I can't keep doing it.
I can't keep lying.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry I wasn't a better person. I just hope you don't miss me, hell even I wouldn't miss me.
I love you Mom. I'm sorry I got angry at you, and said I hated you. I hope you realise I never meant it.
Dad, I'm sorry I stole your booze. Take the money from my wallet to pay for it, use my college fund if you need to.
Shelley, we fought a lot but at the end of the day you were my sister, and I loved you.
And Kyle-

"My eyes brimmed with tears. My heart raced.

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry I hurt you. I'm sorry I hurt Kenny, and Cartman and Wendy.
I'm sorry for being a person in your life. You would have been so much better off without me.

I'm sorry.

I crumpled the note. This couldn't be happening.

But the ink was still wet.

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I ran down the stairs, his parents sharing a bewildered look.
"Stan, I think he's in trouble."

"What do you mean?"

I took a shaky breath.
"I think he's trying to kill himself."

I thrust the note in their hands with no further explanation.
I had to find him, and quickly.

He wasn't in his house, and he wasn't at school that day. Where the fuck could he be?

It was in that moment, a thought came to me.

Starks Pond.

We went all the time as kids, it had to be the only other option.

I ran.
I ran as fast as I could, ignoring all the people on the streets and passing by.

I arrived, and stared at the clearing towards the forest. Oh god, please, please don't let me be too late.

Please.

I tore through brambles and thorns, pushing away brush and ripping a gash in my hand. I hardly felt it, I was too focused on finding my friend.
He had to be there somewhere.
And,
And."

I cut off, my sobs suppressed for too long. The woman in front of me doesn't press, simply waiting for me to continue.

"And I found him.

Bleeding, in agony. But just barely clinging to life. He was so weak. I just, fell to my knees.
I held his hand as he died.
He died in my arms."

She finishes writing her notes, the pen tapping against the paper.
"I'm sorry to hear that Kyle. I'm sure he was a wonderful friend."

I nod, unable to speak.

I gulp, trying to push back tears.

"We'll have to continue this session tomorrow, I'm sorry. Thank you for today though."

I sniff.
"Yeah. Yeah, no worries."

I twist open the door handle and walk out into the sterile looking waiting room.

My parents greet me with small sad smiles.

I just wish I could have done more.
I wish I could have saved him.

I wish he knew how much he meant to me.

17:30
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