Letters To Kyle

Chapter 19

Warning: Most of this won't be in Kyle's POV

"Another victim of the Vampire Of South Park was found last night. There will be a small memorial service later today in the gym." The intercom system blasted as I opened my locker.

A hand slammed it closed before I could open it all the way. The loud noise made me jump up a little. I turned and saw Cartman. He frowned. "What do you want."

"Your forgiveness." Cartman replied. "I know you hate me for stuff I did in the past, and you've been avoiding me."

"Avoiding? No I've just been keeping away from you." I said sarcastically and Cartman frowned again.

"That's exactly what avoiding means." Cartman mumbled. He leaned against the locker next to mine. "Kyle I know you think I was lying, but I wasn't. I really do love you."

"Stop it Cartman." I told him as I opened my locker once more. A note fell out, and I glared at Cartman. Another note from him? I picked it up as he left. Let's see what he wrote this time.

Dear Kyle,

Just know everything I've done and everything I'm doing is for you. You may not understand it know, but soon you will. I want you to understand that this is all for you. For you to be stronger and less of a fragile and weak being.

This is for you Kyle.

Sincerely,
The Vampire Of South Park

I felt a chill go up my back. This wasn't Cartman's hand writing. The Vampire Of South Park? Why the fuck when I get this letter?! This is a prank it must be!

Right?

Of course a prank. Thats it. I crumbled the note up, and threw it into the trash. Just a fucking sick prank. I started walking to class having trouble thinking.

Why does it feel like my life is part of some dumb TV show? I sat in my class humming and thinking about everything. Does God hate me? Did I do something bad to deserve this?

I saw a senior classman walk into the class. It was Michael the goth. He was one of the only seniors in this class. He sat in his seat, and a thought popped into my head.

Why did he break up with Pete? Did he know about Pete's crush on Stan? Sure Pete doesn't admit it, but I can tell.

Pete's POV

Have you ever wished you didn't exist? I know that sounds like an 'emo' type thing to say, but even goths have their dark moments. Not all goths are that creepy, rude, cultest that hate everyone, but that's what me and my friends are like... Or at least act like. That's something we do so people won't bug us. We've changed since fifth grade, forth grade, and kindergarten. For better or for worse you decide.

Henrietta changed a lot. She changed the most out of all of us. She stopped smoking after Firkle was diagnosed with lung cancer back when we were in ninth grade. She encouraged us to stop, and Michael did. I on the other hand tried, and failed. Henrietta became more involved with the school and started going to protests against animal and child cruelty.

Michael started drifting from the group a little. Because his mom he got a little more involved in classes, and less involved with us... Less involved with me. He also became a little... Irritated with life.

Firkle didn't change much. When he was in fourth grade he was diagnosed with lung cancer. All of us felt really guilty. If he wasn't friends with us maybe he wouldn't have started smoking at such a young age. He was about to give up on life himself until he formed a massive crush on Ike Broflovski. He thought maybe him he didn't give up on life or Ike something might happen. I guess he was right.

I got more involved into different genres of music, not just the ones classified as goth. Not all goths like the same music. After all one of the main things about being goth is being an individual. I got into different types of music and art. If someone needs me they know where to find me. The art room. At times it helps blocking the outside world and other times it doesn't.

We are still friends and meet up when we can. It's just hard to sometimes.

"Sakura, hear your falling blossoms whisper in the air. Every night, I embraced you through your sorrows." I listened to the music that was flowing into my ears. It was a song Michael got me to listen to.

I have a free period instead of a class for first block so I was where I always am. The art room. "Hey school shooter chic." I sighed knowing good damn well who was talking. I turned around to see Craig Tucker. He also has a free period.

"Hey." I mumbled as I looked back at my painting. He walked over looking over my shoulder.

"Still painting Stan I see." He stated the truth as he watched my brush strokes. "When are you going to tell him?"

"Tell him what crack head?" I replied. It was kinda of a nickname I gave him. I bet no one can know why.

"Tell him you like him." He told me and I almost messed up my painting. I don't understand why people keep thinking I like him. He's just an easy person to paint.

"I don't like him."

"Liar." Craig chuckled and pulled up a stool.

"What about you? Figured your feelings out yet?" I asked him.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." Craig looked in the other direction and pulling a cookie out of his backpack. He gave it to me. "Happy friendaversary."

I took it and put in my own back. I handed him a keychain. "Happy friendaversary." He took it and saw the the middle finger I painted on it. "And I'm talking about Kenny." I told him.

His small grin falls. "He's nothing to me Pete." He tells me.

"Craig. I know your lying. You've been acting weird since this summer." I stop painting, and started eating the cookie as I looked at him. "What's up?"

"This summer.... This summer Kenny tried to kill himself." He started and I stopped eating. "I saved him and he woke up in the hospital. They said that he may not have survived if I wasn't there. After that day I tried my best to be there for him, but then one day... He succeeded. Or at least I though he did. I remembered crying and passing out in my bed. The next morning there was a message from him saying hi and he forgives me. So I guess that day was a dream."

"Wait... What do you mean by forgive you?" I asked him.

"I... I got into a big fight with him. We were both drunk. I threw a gladd bottle at him and he started freaking out on me and ran out into traffic..." Craig explained wiping at his eyes. "I guess the car was just a dream.."

"Oh shit dude." I pat his shoulder and he places his hand on mine. "Kinda reminds me of the day we became friends." My heart sank as soon as I said that.

"Don't mention what he did to you Pete." Craig mumbled. I knew who he was talking about.

A/n: Sorry this was crap, what do you think will happen? What do you think DID happen?