I'm not okay (a South Park fanfic)

I'm Not Okay (2)

I wake up to the sound of beeping. I'm alive? Why couldn't I just die. I look around and see I have one of those breather things on my mouth. My asthma must've kicked up. There's still pain in my shoulder but it's not as bad. It's all patched up. I hear crying from the side of my hospital bed. I look over to see... "Pete?" Pete. The goth kid from school. The one with wild black hair and red highlights. He's sitting with one knee up showing off his purple shoes. His gray shirt sleeves are rolled up and there's tear stains all over it. His head shoots up. There's eyeliner running down his face. He wipes it off and jumps on me. He wraps his arms around my neck and hugs me tightly. "P-Pete what're-" he pulls back and sits down. "I thought you weren't coming back." Pete has never shown the slightest interest in talking to me. Now all of a sudden he cares? I've always wanted to talk to him. Funny enough, I actually kinda liked him back in fourth grade, and every year after that. But Craig got there first. Craig. I almost forgot. Just thinking about the subject made me tear up. "Hey you okay? What's wrong?" I bring my hands up to cover my crying eyes. "Y-You didn't hear?" I'm say through my hands. "No I just heard you were in the hospital. I was worried." I put my hands down and wipe my eyes. "Y-You were? You never t-talk to me. W-Why would you b-be worried?" He looks down at his feet and just shrugs. Thanks. A great explanation. He flips his hair out of his eyes. I love when he does that. "So what happened?" He asks. I whimper and being my knees to my chest. "Hey. I'm sorry. Don't cry. I shouldn't have asked." I grab his hand and squeeze tight. "No i-it's fine. N-Not your fault. Basically-" the door opening cuts me off. It's the doctor, and a policeman. "Tweek Tweak? We need to ask you a few questions on what happened this morning." My breath hitches. I bite my lip and look over at Pete. "Got it. I'll see you around I guess." I smile and nod as he leaves the room. "So first we would like to know what you saw." I explain everything that happened this morning. Every bloody detail. "Honestly I don't know anything else. He lied to me. N-Never told me a-anything." I finally realize there was nothing. If he really loved me he would've told me. But he didn't care. And no one will. "Thank you for your time mr. Tweak. Sorry for your loss" He leaves the room and I'm just about to let all my tears out but a knock at the door stops me. "Ugh. C-Come in." It's Pete. I thought he left. "I might've overheard what happened. You've seen some shit." I roll my eyes and nod. "Why don't you want to talk to me?" I shrug. "C'mon I must be doing something wrong." I start to get angry. He sits next to me. "C'mon." He pokes my shoulder. "AAH!" I scream. He poked me where I got shot. "S-Sorry I forgot that you-" "No it's fine. J-Just hurt for a s-second." I grip my shoulder tightly. "So why won't you talk to me." I look down. "Tell me please." "I can't." "Why not?" "BECAUSE! You never wanted to talk to me! E-Ever! I-I wanted to talk to you so bad b-but you couldn't take the hint. N-Now you want to be like 'Oh you p-poor thing. I was so worried!' Like we've been friends for life or something!" I take deep breaths. I hate yelling. "Look I wanted to talk to you but I was too shy and you always talked to Craig. I didn't think you wanted to talk to me." I hate excuses. "Just get out." "What?" "I said get out." He sighs and leaves without a word. Was I too hard on him? I give up. I being my knees to my chest and cry. I spent my whole night crying. My life may have just turned to hell.

(A|N) This is part two where we FINALLY get to find Pete. So again if you want me to continue writing this I will. Even tho no ones reading this story. Also I need a good cover and hopefully fan art! So if you're good at that then send me some. Somehow. Hokeyp Byeeeeeeee!!!